Radio Apeshot Lyrics

Brainiac Radio Apeshot

slim came, guts out, blowing like a saxaphone

and chopped his boulevard turn again





jewel investors

catch the net down



radio apeshot

a fool caught down

a stone groovy, groovy

nothing like a tin crown



slim cocks his heat. god, it's nothing but a cap gun

wipe those blue-dick ghosts away

more protection

goose that mod squad

his minds a bouquet

but his hands are stone gray



right now



can't see anything better

the courts always get in the way

find the communiqué severed

over and over again



radio apeshot

a fool caught down

pretend it's stone groovy, groovy

nothing like a tin crown.



you have radio apeshot

a fool caught down

pretend it's stone groovy, groovy

nothing like a tin crown