It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire’s gone Driving my pig while the bear’s taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heals ’til my day is done Saturday night in the Captain’s clothes […]
High 5, high 5 High 5, high 5 "C’mon on, 8, everybody, c’mon, 7, c’mon, now, 6, 5 Aw, yeah, I like that shit" When I rock it’s like a high 5 Want a slap in the face I love the taste All my days with my wheelchair ways Watch me die in my suicide […]
Something’s wrong ’cause my mind is fading And everywhere I look there’s a dead end waiting Temperature’s dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leperous faces Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees Mouthwash jukebox gasoline Crystals are pointing at a poor man’s pockets Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets Got […]
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul […]
