A.S. Coomer - Whipped Cream Lyrics

Time is the horse we're all tied to
Drug through a barbed wire fence
You call on god but he's smashed too
Out drunk with all of his friends

And you?
Stoned again
You never could keep any friends

Closing time at the diary queen
A sickly sweet kind of death
Ripped jeans & them bare feet
Struttin' wild on the concrete steps

Stoned again
You never could keep it all in

Stoned again
You never really could pick & grin

Everyone's lookin' for their slice of cake
The icing's good for the price
Jar your dreams next to the whipped cream
Pray it don't go bad, oh lord

Stoned again
You know exactly just what i meant