Bong Song - From "Widowermaker!"

(bong gurgling, bong toking gasp)
 A strange lie
 (?)
 (?)
 We'll (?) some
 And walking through fields
 So that quiet frustration
 while we (?) with dishrags
 And we'll be just fine
 And I crawl through the dark
 without hestitaion
 for a place where in (?)
 will pick out my eyes
 And I got to that place
 and will release my face
 with their own eyes
 Whistling cowboys
 (?) like weasels
 They ride in on horses
 they blow on my balls
 And I tried to listen
 but I was just leaving
 they tanked out my entrails
 and spat on the wall
 Well, the trains (?)
 (?) to believe in
 I found myself naked
 a sudden entrall
 I roll on my side
 and I nimbly ride
 so I ride
 A messenger came with the news
 (?) the belly
 of 25 pimps
 collapsed on the lawn
 And strangely enough
 the illicit vibrations
 encoded with light rays
 and walked through the dawn
 And I asked them to tell me
 without meditation
 they led me through hillsides
 where all life was gone
 When I got the place
 I fell on my face
 because they lied.
 (bong related coughing)