Gourds, The Decline-O-Meter Lyrics

Try and sell me human grade for prime, I ain't buyin'

I'm Buzz on psilocybin Spruce Goose it ain't flyin

Twenty-five year old Scotch breath, pilot's grounded

Never thought we'd have to see you nude, only naked

I ain't got a clue

I ain't dumbin' it down

The apple cart's disturbed out in front of the beast

It's all Schoolhouse Rock

The magic number's 3

My appetite's curbed, it registered on my declinometer

Walkin' talkin' Johnny Thunders on your cross in stations

Prosecutor always screamin' delicto inflagrante

I got a sham

I got a scheme

I got the best of translations

Never call me by my first name just hillbilly

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