Your Favorite Martian, Cartoon Wax and Stevi the Demon - Orphan Tears Part 2

(Ooh ahh)

And we're back, back to the disco
Back to the music, back to the flashing lights (we're here)
Went straight to the bar like, "Ayy
Let me get a round of orphan tears on ice"

I only took one sip, and it's kickin' in
I said, "Hey, Wax, can you help me?" (nah)
"It's kinda funny everybody calls you wax
'Cause everything is melting"

My left hand turned to Scooby Doo
I got chased around by a Gucci shoe
I heard and explosion behind me
I didn't look back, like the people in the movies do

I saw a gang of tiny He-Men
I prayed to Morgan Freeman
It's snowin', now I'm glowin'
orphan tears, man, I must be dreamin'

Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar, cool

Sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sippin' on, sip-sip-sippin' on
Err ee err ee, sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sippin' on, sip-sip-sippin' on
Err ee err ee, sippin' on orphan tears

One shot, two shot, three shot, four of 'em
Into my body go the tears of an orphan
My brain releases endorphins
Look around, and everything started morphin'

What I thought was a cocktail waitress
Became a yellow aardvark with braces (Hi)
We followed her into a far away place
In which it was dark, and there were dozens of cages

Little cartoon pigs inside 'em
I was laughin' takin' pictures by 'em
Look closer, the pigs were cryin'
What in God's name is this signifyin'?

In a daze, all of us were lost
Hours passed, and the drugs wore off
Wait, we're in a warehouse building
Those aren't pigs, those are actually little children?

Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar, cool

Sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sippin' on, sip-sip-sippin' on
Err ee err ee, sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sip-sippin' on orphan tears
Sip-sippin' on, sip-sip-sippin' on
Err ee err ee, sippin' on orphan tears

We had found a bunch of kids workin' in a sweat shop
And they would cry into mason jars and bottle it up
We gotta help 'em out of here, I'm not an engineer
But I think these orphan tears are made from actual orphan's tears

Suddenly Bill Cosby appeared
In the doorway right behind me (hello)
He was ten feet tall in a top hat
Ready to fight me in his whitey tighties

Pretty sure Bill's in charge of the place
'Cause he swoled up lookin' like a grizzly bear
That bloodsucker looked us dead in the face
"These children aren't going anywhere"
(Rahh)

Written by:
Davy Nathan, Michael Jones, Ray William Johnson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Fat Damon Records

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