Hey yo, I gotta lot of ex-best friends
gotta lotta people that I care about
that be gone with the wind...
when that luggage is lost, I just leave it
i never check a bag
carry one backpack
stow it in the overhead
If my plane goes down and then I'm dead,
let my baggage mix with the bodyparts
and don't retrieve it
But if we land, and then
I step up in the aisle
I'll take my bag down
put it on my back and smile
Cuz I handle the weight
I savor chaos
There ain't no security gate or X-ray
that could analyze , penetrate,
break down my layers
I'm coated in lead, complicated like Eraserhead
Face these situations with patience
but not complacence
slowly creep ahead
stalk back to East Lake
walk in my bedroom
drop the bag
contemplate the contents:
an old shirt, man
that's my dead goldfish...
hmmm...