Meltdown
I like snow cones and whisky
I chew gum off the ground
keep a nickel roll handy
I like cigars big and round
You say what’s my problem?
I mean to show you now
I’m a pressure cooker baby
I think I’m Melting DownI’m Melting Down
I got my plastic Mojo
I tape it to my knee
I ain’t particular baby
I do whom ever I please
I like John Wayne Gasey
He’s my favorite Clown
I’m a tightrope walker baby
I think I’m Melting DownI’m Melting Down
Lift the weight off my shoulders
The blade is crashing down
I elate in the torment of others
The blade is crashing down
No scorn redemption or sorrow
Bring the fateful to their knees
The strife to cleanse the afflicted
This weight was born to MeI’m Melting Down
I like snow cones and whiskey
I chew gum off the ground
I’m a tightrope walker baby
I think I’m Melting DownI’m Melting Down
written by Matthew Sully © KMASMD Music
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