This is a song about "Basil the bagel"

The bigger the the fun

And you can tell everyone

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

That damier bag i bought her

Than the birds on the wire

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

After the fire, comes the rain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder