Up there on your perch
Does it get too cold
Awfully close to the clouds
We can see the bottom of your feet
On a fortress balcony you built
You don't know is see-through
Pour the dude hard icey lemonade
Deep freeze is crispy
There may be not a word for a letter
So I'll flat rate a sweater
Up there on your perch
It's obvious it sucks
Awfully close to yourself
Which is sticky so then you're stuck
The termites eat the nails
Of a stolen throne
Up the ladder I go with a pillow
One for each limb
Will that be all you need from me
You can pay us in price-hiked weed
