Lyrics
I saw you holding a machine gun,
Wearing black sunglasses.
I saw you riding in a stolen cop car.
You had spikes on your belt.
You had a red pill on your tongue.
A rock and roll solo started blaring,
and all my instruments were on fire.
Gautama Buddha was a prick!
What a jerk!
You left before I could say goodnight.
I miss you.