Hot pavement burns rising miraculous castles,
Ocean side store offering oysters and mussels.
Leave that bitch on the beach
Rotten peach, she's the witch.
Loaded dices thrown on the sand like a puzzle.
Don't you fool the girl of the roadhouse when she's high,
You won't take her to Vegas where the neons lie.
She sells sea shells,
Bells tell a spell.
Stairs to the roof is notorious challenge to try.
Turn around, look at your past,
Full of success and glory conquered path.
First drops of rain at last
Spit in the dust.
Was it worth to be high and mighty? Was it real to be the best?
Cigarette butts on the top of the world, there's no eagles' nest.
All of your plans, all that you trust,
Meaningless. Spit in the dust.
Heavens belong to gods, we are taking the rest.
So, where is your star, Mr. Extraterrestrial?
Knock-knock-knocking you off the pedestal.
Spit in the dust
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