Camino Moria

Path to Moria

Make the backpack as we go on a trip
We leave Hobbiton
Take lembas bread, pork rinds, and the bag
And let Aragorn know
Beyond the shire, there is a place
As there's no God to park
Let's walk
Gandalf you son of a bitch, how good you ride your horse
We go on foot
I got excited when I saw Galadriel
Drinking the mead
I look in the rearview mirror and see a mental retard
He flashes the lights, doesn't respect a signal
Typical smartass who thinks he's Michael Knight
I hope he crashes into a trailer for trying to be cool
Listening to techno so much
You're all decked out
You've never been sharp
And on top of that, you're high
Idiot, stupiiid
Idiot, foollll
The Osborne bull, some rows and succeed
With Rebeca and Sheila, two amazing churro makers
1,200 watts to thunder the crowd
Your parents are siblings and you turned out dumb
Red bull with bootleg liquor
Pills and speed
You feel more Spanish
With the Real Madrid tracksuit
Tinted glasses that cost a fortune
Cheap plastic to decorate the crankshaft
Rear spoilers, xenon lights, and a spoiler
Even if it's camouflaged, that's a Talbot Horizon
You deserve, bastard
A good slap
Or to be crushed by a truck
Loaded with concrete