ManMade God Hippunk

That you don’t dear, matters apply
Towards a dearly treasured guy
Walk beyond the moon,
Gun point, face two, at a saloon


I made war so wondone goddamn beautiful
I made peace so god can piss on it
I made a basker, twas mad-a-ga-s-car
A humeid did proclaim it burnt the white and made the flame
Fire on ice of safetied blue,
Not yet satisfied I made a crue rose out of England, as twas the Endland,
Once smacked up with my brutal hand
And made a bruise, a rainbow – a zap lolly

That you don’t dear, matters apply
Towards a dearly treasured guy
Walk beyond the moon,
Gun point, face two, at a saloon

I made you picture so intense as if with my magnifying glass out of my polly pocke’d
And in pretence, I made war to keep peace
And without one, there will be no other
I declared war, declared peace, fighted both sides of the street’

That you don’t dear, matters apply
Towards a dearly treasured guy
Walk beyond the moon,
Gun point, face two, at a saloon

That you don’t dear, matters apply
Towards a dearly treasured guy
Walk beyond the moon,
Gun point, face two, at a saloon