My Thoughts Are A Gas (what's Up Matador)

Of lights who've faded out before here comes the same When I'm coded from to much of what I can't describe Kepat at bay in some regard despite what she wrote I've been frozen in a site display where nothing amounts To anything Took a journey back to sometime just to find out If I could locate another improbable pa*sage way Penetrate ? rock and the rock echos back My thoughts are a gas I'm not going to crash Into anyone And often asked What do you know Just what was handed down to me Slip graciously in to the happy homes Groping ? frequently opposed ??? Built this champion Out of their own wasted flesh Is this supposed to do that Through it all I'll pa*s Cause my thoughts are a ga*s My thoughts are a gas My thoughts are a gas