Can I run , run , run from a jester with a gun
Jokes are stupid in the light of never knowing where to run, Heavy Scenes
When I try to smile instead I get bullets in my head
Drop the bottle , close your eyes and hit the throttle vocalize this heavy scene yeah,
Every night I close my eyes trying not to dramatize,
but I'm nervous in my head cuz I don't wanna end up dead, Heavy scenes
Yeah there's beauty in the deep, still my life is incomplete,
Don't wanna be no piece of meat cuz I don't look good in concrete,
Heavy scenes yeah, And I say "Oh no what you doing?"
Try to run from a bully with a gun well it ain't no fun when your time has overrun
Oh no what you saying? Egomaniac you're crawling on my back, need a new plan of attack to escape this cul de sac

I can only watch, I cannot play, I can' hardly talk cuz there's nothing to say, so I 'll run
from heavy scenes yeah, Oh no, heavy scenes yeah, oh no

Tattooed Princes make a fistful of fun,
like latex love birdies a cookin' in the sun
and the half baked mommies with their babies on the beat,
turn ice cube cool, when the candy hits the street
Mirror-eyed shades stalk the planet whisper riddles
jealous one eyed lovers like to fidget while you fiddle,
then a wall of crumpled nothing tumbles down till you surrender
to the cost of making lovers out of princes and pretenders
Man made machinery evolves and takes the stage
from a cast of bittered thousands, gilded, rusted golden cage,
silver spoonz that lick their bottomz open up the bird's eye view
to those short weekend encounters with your paperback guru
Oh no what you doing, try to run from a bully with a gun
well it ain't no fun when your time has overrun
Oh no what you saying? Egomaniac you're crawling on my back,
need a new plan of attack to escape this cul de sac of heavy scenes

Dreaming, dreaming

heavy, heavy scene yeah heavy, heavy scene yeah heavy, heavy scene yeah heavy,
heavy scene yeah Egomaniac you're crawling on my back, need a new plan of attack....