Busdriver Imaginary Places

I’m just here to hold your hand when you die
And to show you around imaginary places
Put money lumps in my bloody stump
And I will have a smile thats a perfect circle
Die in your sleep with the sky at your feet
Im shoot you when youre happy, only then will you find peace
How do you do, I dont know Im okay
Every person I know is a secret service agent
Because Ive been accused of lewd conduct
Stole the heart of a prude prom slut
And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in the loony bin, the funny farm
Cuz of what I did
But Im just here to hold your hand as you die
There is not a single person who can do it better
No needle skipping in my ecosystem
But in the audience may be an evil Christian
HMO how I hate him so
(he)Wants to charge me for a halo
But Im on a scavenger hunt for a lavender chunk
Of the sky, maybe Ill replace it with a mud-pie
I put dead songs on a silk screen
Buy my shirt it is a killed dream
It is known to lead the way to the stairwell to Gods administrative office
And a final farewellIm just here to hold your hand when you die
And to give your assault rifle a banana clip
Glow in the dark when I stroll in the park
Giving everybody informative pamphlets
No sign of life for as far as I can see
Everybody’s just charred meat up in the car seat
Eat shit and die to the secret spy
Cuz I have a funny feeling that Im being watched
24-hour surveillance
Money or power are ailments
But I send the medical supplies and the shipping and the handling is way too much
Cuz Im from the Afterlife
Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Its like I put a cough drop right upon your soft spot
Make Martian clothes out of your garden hose
Turn into a deadly gas blown through the air duct
Shes not in love but I thought that she was
She doesnt love me because I dont have the right haircut
I misunderstood I should fix under the hood
But I will not apologize for anything that Ive said
My name is Mr. Busdriver, this is the producer Paris
We are not embarrassed to admit that we will perish in a pit of our own imaginary place kids.. if you want to piss off your parents
show interest in the arts kids.. if you really want to piss off your parents
buy real estate in an imaginary place.. oh yes ok ok, alright, um, yeah..
now move!(erreh erreh aka scratchingness)

gotta do my shout outs now.. (peace to)

I’m just here to hold your hand when you die
Paris and Daddy Kev, they’ll also be there too

I’m just here to hold your hand when you die
Unless you get the (set of mums?!?!?) to her we’ll help you

I’m just here to hold your hand when you die
Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you

I’m just here to hold your hand when you die
Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too

I’m just here to hold your hand to die
I’m just here to hold your hand when you
Just here to hold your hand…
when you die…