I flagged him down at the corner
And he picked me up at the light
I told him where I was going
And we drove off into the night
“How’s it going my friend?” I asked him
Slowly he turned his head
The taxi driver looked at me
And this is what he said
He said…
*forign sounding gibberish*
look. whose guitars are these? move them around. i have to be honost with you stephen…lynch…if that is your real name. i heard the whole album. look ur doughter lullaby it started sweet u had me you had me at the low. but daddy likes hokers beers all that. what kind of man are you….