Kid Loco

Mirror in my bedsit bathroom
pulling nails out of my head
Lucy's on my shoulder
talking like she owns the dead
so you wanna be my soldier
and to ride your own shooting star
I'll see you on your back in twelve boy
and I'll fly you where the moon is dark
in three you get your snow white sandbox
chariot and golden fleece
give 'em anything that?ll make 'em scream
to a funky pumping beat
in six you're up to sugar daddy
the mansion full of beautiful girls