Skel'tons of Society

Culture was fun but culture's done
Now it's all about the moon and the sun
My Jesus piece was tucked in fleece
Desist and cease, now it's covered in grease
Check me out, I was born to lose
All that changed when I drank the ooze
High society abandoned sobriety
High off the pie in the sky and the piety
High off the sulfur and silver fumes
Eons of peons' ransacked tombs
Higher than the mushrooms clouds we never saw
Higher than the rules and commandments of law
Higher than the sperm in my smoked out sack
The world has changed and we're not going back
Six thousand years of progress
For what? Now we're eatin' fuckin' bugs again

I was walkin' on the desert sand on the palm of my hands
I was crawlin' through the broken glass to get a piece of that ass
I was walkin' on the desert sand on the palm of my hands
I was crawlin' through the broken glass to get a piece of that ass



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Dingle
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