text: Chilling at the house on a couch with the box crayons and a line of cocaine
  My nose is on fire like a button with propane, its dripping all red of old gangs
  And now youve seen your stars and your face numb like a funny bone cupping at ice
  And your nose white like your heads covered in lice
  But we both dazed, and I think I found my wife
  Dazed and Amazed and Im dazed and Im blown
  Dazed and Amazed and Im dazed and Im gone
  Dazed and Amazed and Im dazed and Im home
  Chilling at the house on the couch, nose white
  Mind is travelling, thoughts is mental
  Im trying to get into your pus just like a pimple
  And I wait for the Cat in the Hat to pop through the window
  The opium is in slow
  Thin Though
  Put My Brim Low
  Let the lights dim low