Oolong
Flop Dawg Attitude
I need
Some attitude
To build my own home
Far from here
Without stale water
In my ears

I need
Some latitude
Land my own soul
Softly steer
Guided blindly
In the clear

Carried away
The chains are bracing
I’ll beg for change
"I'll surely waste it."

You know I know
The taste of blood
Laced with sorrow
Still number one