Dickbird: The Dicks Are Coming (Down the River)

It's a rat race for it's time and place Everybody hope a pray for an overnight stay They don't got the juice or the deuce to get loose They didn't call up and plan it, they're thinking "goddammit" Because we got the time and we got the gall Everybody grab a case and meet up at Josh's place Slow down, have a chip Your worries downstream take a look at it Legend has it this place is saturated magic They say the river is black, but simply out of habit We've lost track of time again What did we intend? Pan flutes, jambalaya and glow sticks Wheechie sticky pee by the fire, no tits Nobody knows how it started, some say it always was And we just happened out her upon it That's how the story goes... All the while the wind blows Listless through the trees Inebriated flame grows Along with the melody So take a seat and observe your scene Let's lift away so lucidly This is what we came here for Sit back, relax, all we need is a sure The Dicks are coming down the river