Mason My Mexican Nightmare Lyrics

Es que? why?... He'll ease our way. Try to oar your way
back to shore alone. How many rowboats do you need?
Bazooka here, bazooka there, you get around. You'll sink
rowboat style like it's going out of style, but when it's
green, you go, you go, Bazooka here, bazooka there, you
get around. You're so wild, you're all the rage. Being
naked all the time, somethings never change, but
somethings do. You weren't good at dancing only bruising.
20 minute redlights show how good we are at choosing.
Take me on a wild goosechase and we'll ride the carousel
around, around, around, around. Up and down, feel the
flow... oh. That's not fair. But when it's green you go, you go, Bazooka here, bazooka there, you get around.
Bottoms up, bottoms up, where's my bazooka? It's shakened
but it's not stirred. If I want games I'll ask everyone
for your name. Babe you are fired, nice form, a little
rough on the landing. You may have to settle for the
bronze. And gold? We don't talk about this for the 140th
time. So you can crash your Apache helicopter into the
river where a greenlight is on a dock across the water.
So say it doesn't matter. I'm just across the river with
an umbrella in my drink waiting for you... waiting for
me. Is it right to suppose you did?