Inspired By The Mysterious Shadows On My Wall

So, I was walking down this really dark street one day,
with the sh#ttiest music, but my head was banging away.
I almost didn't notice the sword at my throat..
one more step and that purple skeleton would've cut me open.

Well it must have been my lucky 364th second,
because the notorious pink shark came and saved me from the weapon
he tore at the flesh of the raw and bare skeleton..
and if you didn't see the irony in that, therapy is just a suggestion.

As I slide past the stench of burning pink shark,
I follow some suicidal hooker into the dark.
She pulls out a leather whip with the pointiest tip,
and I made the mistake of running from the only action I've seen in a bit.

As I was frantically stumbling down neon hills,
my foot landed on something entirely unreal;
a man laying down on his back, looking at the stars..
I proclaimed, "what a crazy mother f#cker you are."

I continue on my parade with flamingos not far behind.
Oh, how their pink wings seemed so happy to be in flight.
They give me a slight smile, but quickly turn away.
I guess they didn't want to see me running into the wall that just happened to be in my way *shrugs*

I quickly recover from a short concussion break,
There seems to be at least on of those on every trip I make.
The white dog with starry eyes motions for me to come here,
then sticks a wet Willy right in my ear.

He must think he's so clever.

I shove past him and stumble my way up the stairs,
thinking my journey would end right then and there.
Oh boy how I was wrong, I must not have seen
the stoned monkey on my bedroom wall staring back at me.