Johny And His Carpet of Golems

He was a guy
With a Carpet of Golems
Rode the white rug
On dark football nights.

His dick smelt of petrol
And fuel it was
On the Carpet of Golems
His breakfast of wasps.

Pour some milk on it Johny
Get a healthy new life
Let your bed smell of women
Mazzy Star overnight.

Nightshifts in taxi
Daylight in whisky
Ask yourself Johny
Where is my pistol?

When he takes out his Carpet
The whole city goes tremblin‘
- Can't you see Johny flyin'
Can't you hear my gun firin‘?