Текст песни Fantasma - Greaseball

I don't do bosses, but I like bossa nova
Let's borrow your parents' car
We'll count all our losses
The neighborhood thinks I'm strange, okay
I fought all your big homies and friends
My blood is stained outside your house
Big Martha held my head
I don't do melodies, still we got something for 'em
I've been in them trenches
Waiting for the lord to show us some
Concrete don't hurt when you're asleep
I speak on things I dream of
Palm trees run deep
Don't weep for me
I'll be there when I see ya

And we go off
And we go off

And when are you coming home
I bought all your favorite vegetables
They taste like sulfur smells to me
But that's the way it goes
We try to tell the preacher we enjoy the service
But he pretended that we were ghosts
My ectoplasm wasn't always perfect
Maybe that's the thing that I miss the most
But why do I fall into the things that make me slow
I'ma be alright, this I know
Concrete don't hurt when you're asleep
I speak on things I dream of
Palm trees run deep
Don't weep for me
I'll be there when I see ya