Twig
By: Chris Ballew
Written by: Chris Ballew

Version Of: Twig

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Lyrics:
You know how it is
It's like my lady's gone, you know
I'll just let my twig fly in the wind
Y'know it's like the branch is broken
It's like I let my twig fly in the wind
Sometimes I need a little kindling
Sometimes I kindle up a slight combustion of fire
I let my twig burn in the wind
Know what I'm saying?
It's like a twig, it's like a stick
But it's more portable
It's like my own portable twig
Know what I'm saying? Let it fly in the wind
Sometimes I get lonely and I let my twig fly in the wind
Yea, you know, it's like that, you know
It's like yea, it's like yea

Some creepy weepy willow pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can you feel it?
Chickey face down trippin' so damn hard
Head splits open stuffin' spills out into the car
Drink a cup of dirty water and a lonely bony frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose downtown
Start him with a smile and he'll come back with a frown
He's just a Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind

I'm happy feeling crappy in your nappy little car
Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
Spokesmodel dipped in refried beans
[???] and take 'em down to the dump
Dusty busted skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat
I'm just a Twig in the wing (repeat ad nauseam with variations)


Love me like you can
Love me, I know you will
Love me, let's chill
I know what you're made of
Ecstasy next to me
The future is bright
Your pants are so tight
Tantalize on my thighs
Love me
LIKE A GOD!