Alligator

Looking at the ground from the 33rd floor
Floating through the air
Who would ask you for more
Who would settle for less
Staring at the Sun, with a fist up her dress
Did you ever think that you had happiness
Were you thinking at all
Stop fucking in an elevator on no grapevine
Stop smoking no incinerator
I might lose my mind
Soaking on a generator
One by one, two by two
Animals a-march and their dividends grew
The fullness of time rocking like a landslide
With a fistful of slime
Fist fulled of coins
Your face till it wind
No wind
No waves
Stop smoking on a generator on no grapevine
Soaking on incinerator
I might lose my mind
Smoking on a generator
I no love you, ooh