put your hands where i can see! and without sass see, ni am your protector and you set off my detectors!n21st! it's glory where bee's ncan't track the family if you know where you be!nOH! let's bang speaks for treats or kick jams for lovers leaving bottles in streetsnCus I could use a little more of mother nature's amative birds, bees, pollen grow trees?! then they add nTHE ARMY RECRUITER! who's down at the skateparknIn tree house kissin' 14 2am darkn(?Time time, time time time time time?)n(?the chorus forest?)? NO! I can't get no bottomnnthe green pink edge of a curtain is pullednto raise high his badge to those who forgetnand is it any wonder nobody aint getting no sleep?nor motherfuckers need permits to sing in the streets?nnnNatives to bricks!nyou don't own the shit that soaks your kicks!nand the world is a buzzkill!nwith your penni-less, down-trodden, free will!nnso we come and get a clear vision of that 'more' thing that you've been around out looking for us in the sunshine, planet earth-bound, moon tidal influences human fallibilitynnNever saw the sky paint before she turns out the lights nand again as the hens tend to sing to the end of the night