Kid Kuma

Caught staring at the millionaire
By the manager of its disgusting fur
I presented a gift, a hand-carved Tibetan beggar's bowl
To house all its little bugs and little burrs

Sucker-punched by a meth-head
I always knew I would have to leave this town
I knew I had to go scatter little shrapnel of myself all
Around
Had to cover a lot of ground

Kid Kuma
Glow on em
Kid Kuma
This is the big coming home

Grease on the crown
I can feel the days chase me down
How many ways
Can I say I that I am afraid?

I am afraid
A full moon will fuck with my heart
Don't fuck with my heart

Kid Kuma
Glow on em
Kid Kuma
This is the big coming home