Maximum Dream for Evil Knievel

Well, we're standin' in the kitchen

And we're cookin' us some chicken

And the house is burnin' down

And we don't really care

See the children of the dealers

They're all kissin' their dead daddies

And their eyes are seein' backwards

They can't hear but they can sigh

Exploding butterflies hit and run

E*** k****** jumped the gun

Well, as far as I'm concerned

They all do it 'cause they wanna

So don't come around my backyard

Smokin' marijuana