Maximum Dream for Evil Knievel

Well, we're standin' in the kitchen And we're cookin' us some chicken And the house is burnin' down And we don't really care See the children of the dealers They're all kissin' their dead daddies And their eyes are seein' backwards They can't hear but they can sigh Exploding butterflies hit and run Evil Knievel jumped the gun Well, as far as I'm concerned They all do it 'cause they wanna So don't come around my backyard Smokin' marijuana --- Maximum Dream for Evil Knievel - The Flaming Lips