Licking the right to crawl

i won't pick up the phone and i will dance along all alone drinking wine for a while. Tonight. What if it ain't no right? What if my banjo sounds bizzarious enough.? And i will sing funeral bells and evil playthings will build my own hommie hell. Well it sounds bizzarious ain't it? Me and my bastards, we're gonna make it red or lust. I'm gonna smoke till i fall like a smart-ass going fast. I'm licking the right to crawl. What if it aint that proper?