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 Down I’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 Down I’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 Me I’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 Down I’m Melting Down

written by Matthew Sully © KMASMD Music