Legs Of An Asian de Apocalypse Hoboken

Hey son don't do what I've done
I want to warn you 'bout the devil
She be coming your way
Hey son don't do what I've done
Take my hand child and I'll lead you away
You see whiskey just leads to the underdeveloped
Where emotions are blurred by bodily lust
When your limbs become separated from your mind
That's when the whiskey got you touched

One shot away to the rest of your life
You can bury those bones deep inside your mind

But when your skull cracks open by an emotional blow
It's that whiskey truth that begins to flow

'Bout that time in the red room
Glass pipe dreaming
Between the legs of an Asian
Left Your conscious screaming