This here a song is about John W Smoke Junior
It's about bein' in love and lovin'
The love that's hatin' the love
The love and the love and the hate
That's lovin with all
It's around the love that's hate
That's the hate that's the love
And the love is the love that is
The hate that's hatin' the love
It's lovin' the hate
It's about John W Smoke's mom
It's with his mom
It's about his mom it's about his
Mom it's about lovin his mom
And bein' without his mom and lovin'
The hate that's hatin' the love
And his mom and all the time they're there
Hatin' the hate that's lovin'
The hate it's love it's the love that's hate
And it goes somethin' about like this
John E Smoke oh John E Smoke
John Smoke oh John E Smoke
Whaoh John E Smoke John E John E John E John
John John Smoke
John E Smoke 69672,-639)
Here we go
John John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy
But stood ten foot tall with a knife
Pretty soon the mole had appeared on John's left leg
And real black it extended out 469 different miles
And veirly veirly it was 69 different nuns
Speaking simotainesouly to John in 69 different languages
And then it evolved itself
And it was the legless dog that became
A cycle in John's fater's fore head
And there is was like
A twinkie with a haylo storm in it
And it revolved down into
The sky and talked to John
Like he was a little puppy himself
And John said that I am not the magma
I am not the crust
And I shall evolve when the
Rain had come down here and was he'd on John
And he said that I will be
A cigerrate butt before it's all done with
And they said no you are
The flame itself and you shall burn pure
In the South American sky where
The blooddogs worship the stairway
John E Smoke oh John E Smoke
Oh John Smoke ooo OW
John E Smoke oh John E Smoke
Oh oh John E Smoke
Oh John E John E John E John 218731,-726)
E John E John E John E John E John E
John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo
And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly
The foil tip top of itself
And revealed to John that the kiawe twe
Laxury liner extended out of John's left side
And so it had preach you in Mars with a saram backwards
And up waralve they did evole
Downward they fell like a thin sheet o
F waste plaunt it with would come over John's body
His body was no longer the tribe vehicle express itself
And he could be the dog
And the dog's eyes which had blood comin' out like they were
Roped around John's leg and pulled him up
Like he was a canoe and and he flew
On the live peasents himself
The South American where he was in mathe
