Woo!
Stiff club, its my nature,
custom love is the nomenclature.
Turn down mass confusion,
hit the road because we just keep cruisin’.
Double my fun, double my vision,
long hard look at my last decision.
Hustle here, hustle there,
hustle me bitch and you best beware.

Its emotional and I told you so,
but you had to know so I told you.
Soft walk to horizon,
one big crash that no one dies in.
This for the folks in Pay-it-ville,
it’ll come true if you say it will.