Upstairs

Mausoleum (1983) Intro:

- Modern medical bills, to build you a new body, your old one was incinerated
- A new body?
- A lightweight, solid state body
- Hah, uh, uhh hah, hah, ahhh!
- Did the demon, extricate itself from the crown of thorns, departing the confines of the outer-rimmed area of Hell. Once having left the mausoleum, the demon is one with the possessed, and can only be returned to rest, by the firstborn, having reunited the dеmon with the crown of thorns

Verse:

I stomp a tar pit into your zygomatic, pyro-attic
Whitе rhino addict, albino rabbit
Spiraled into viral panic, dino dabbin'
Floatin' in, isostatic, the vital plankton (Oh, man)
The purple waves of freedom
Boogie board in the lean cup, landin' psyches up
Bhagavadgita, nuclea eye, ex-planners like Ghidorah
Give volcanoes a seizure
Roll 220's, wrote this in, 2:20
One .45 in a semi, 220
Too funny, sound like serial numbers on blue mummy (Hahahahaha)
Coneheads seizin', boot slushie
Art fueled druggies wry track, too dusty like, dune buggies
Skinnin' round-eyes
Leave skins hung, like a pound dried
I'm about to down size