Strange Planet - Homeboy Sandman

Stranded on a Strange Planet

Where,"Is he a Spade or is he a Hispanic?"

Holds more weight than, «Is he a Saint or a Satanic?»

Homosapiens that hold sabers on holy sabbath

A sex tape can bring you from ho status to holding status

Find different tribes, some with they eyes slanted

Mines is out of they mind, others is mild mannered

Four seasons, though some regions are more static

More reasons I’m raw, vegan, and organic

The air’s filthy, the land’s filthy, the water’s putrid

Mohammed, Jesus, Budda, and Confucius

Moved units to ya’ll humans

Hey ya’ll the blueprints been the same since length units was called cubits

The boys bully the girls

The pale skins bully the browns

Who were once servants to clowns because of their crowns

People now vote in a clown and give him the clout

People stuck, butt on the couch and head in the clouds

You should see these husbands that these women allow

People don’t live in the now

They live in denial

It takes way more muscles when you muster a frown

That it takes face muscles when you muster a smile

But everybody doesn’t mind putting muscles to use

Then won’t move a muscle 'less it’s in pursuit of the green

Or blue in pursuit

Up close you see the greed and abuse

From a distance all you can see is the green and the blue

It goes

H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE

EVENING’S ANARCHY

H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE

EVENING’S ANARCHY

H IS FUNNY

STRANGE AND FUNNY

What a circus, not even certain if we’re mammals or not

See mammals aren’t monogamous

Humans are hot

Humans in unions bump into other humans a lot

They’d much prefer screwing instead of the human they’ve got

And they normally do

Despite the abundance of docs

Who’s entire budget from the business of itch in the crotch

Mammal classification isn’t a crock

We’re canines

A man’ll act like a dog if a woman’s a fox

The waif carry the weight

The skinny on that matter

They clocks in so the not skinny can get fatter

'Nuff toxins in the oxygen to catch asthma

Blobs under bedrock

That’s liquid hot magma

It’s

An orb outta order

It’s three quarters water

A fortune of flora and fauna

An array of man made borders

Even brick walls, tall brick and morter

To sort ya’ll sons from ya’ll daughters

Separate the latter from the former

Who’s a native, who’s a foreigner

Of course you could be just around the corner

But if your nation’s got a different name there’s hatred

Neighbor’s hate with all of they aorta

They pop dosage and drink potions to feel happy

Some odd moments

The next morning they feel crappy

The mags matter far as what’s happening and what’s tacky

It’s so wacky

Once again it goes

H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE

EVENING’S ANARCHY

H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE

EVENING’S ANARCHY

H IS FUNNY

STRANGE AND FUNNY