Chocolate Town - Ween

Couldn’t taste the taste that I was tastin'

Couldn’t hear the waste that I was makin'

Tired of the life I was facin'

Couldn’t tell one from another

Couldn’t hide a secret from my mother

Any other mother wouldn’t bother

Makin’time breakin’ground

Sail brown bay to chocolate town

Got me on the porch I’m in the front row

Says «shit's for real man"like I don’t know

Get your punk ass back to the dog show…

Makin’time breakin’ground

Sail brown bay to chocolate town

A new breath I feel the grip releasin'

Scraping my guts off of the ceiling

I’ve got that sunny bunny feeling

Makin’time breakin’ground

Sail brown bay to chocolate town

Makin’time breakin’ground

Greyhound bus to chocolate town…