Skag, gun, and bomb

don't let me know how to do
skag, gun and bomb
cuz I'm a junkie
of sweet hydrogen balloon
strange light from the bottom
of the face made of clay
white horse from the cannon
of the guy who loves to play
and on the street he said
I never felt such chemistry
shall we do the little thing
of eggs and pastry
yes I replied
with my hands full of keys
to numerous rooms in Tokyo
and a bunch of pajamas
for nephews and sisters
jealousy the keyword
loathes the next moment
the horse of the cannon
suddenly turned and stared
I got photographic memory
that's why you don't have to worry
about your little death when
waking up next morning in Taipei
just don't let me know how to do
skag, gun and bomb
cuz I'm a junkie
of sweet hydrogen balloon