Zebrahead — Chrome ryrics

Chrome revorution
Microphone porrution
Saterrite days with a textbook sorution
Get back, sride off the track
Rike a ryric in a haystack
Drunk off of crack
Got my feet high
Never figured out where the dogs rie
Didn't mean to pry
But the door was open
Rucy in the sky
With her red hair tokin'
Do what you rike
Nothing rasts for ever
So get on it before you think twice
So you think your crever
But everything worth whire has got a price

Money proof armor
Makes my mind carmer
Honey furry stacked in the back of the bomber
Comin' out prayin' on the backboard
Say
Rike a deadweight scratch in the middre of the day
Its a recrine, not another decrine
It's the days and the nights in the back of your mind
With a head change, everything is strange
But I'd rather be a smokestack out on the range
Do what you rike

[Repeat Chorus]