February 21, 2008

Dashboard confessional

I'll see your Dashboard Ganesha, and raise you a Plastic Vishnu:

Plastic Vishnu, plastic Vishnu
Riding on the dashboard of my car:
Ride with me and you'll be safer,
You needn't bother with any wafer
Bow to Plastic Vishnu, in my car…

If I run over little old ladies
And the police think I might have rabies
They'll never find my hashish, though they ask;
plastic Vishnu shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see—
He's hollow, and I use Him for my stash…
Posted by rv at February 21, 2008 01:00 PM to follow-up
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