NICODERM PATCH AND A MARLBORO RED
WILD TURKEY OUT THE BOTTLE GAUZ COVERS WHERE THE WRISTS BLED
BEGGED AND PLED AND FLED ROCKIN’ A HOSPITAL GOWN BRAIN DEAD
HITTCHED A RIDE WITH A GUY NAMED FRED

HEY FRED, FUCK THAT REHAB SHIT
CAUSE I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT PEACE THAT BAD
SEEMS THAT I’M SO COMFORTABLE, UNCOMFORTABLE AND SAD
BUT EVERYBODY ELSE GETS SO DAMN MAD

SITTIN’ ON THE CORNER OF 33RD AND UTTER HELL
YOU AINT KILLED NOBODY TODAY, BUT I AINT WELL
HANGIN’ UP ON STRIPPERS, WORKIN ON MY 3RD BOTTLE OF LIQUOR
YOU SMELLIN’ LIKE CAT LITTER, STILL BITTER
WALK AROUND THE EARTH STRESSED
I’VE BEEN BUGGIN’ SINCE I FELL OUT OF MY MOTHERS DRESS
I GUESS, I’LL HAVE ANOTHER PANIC ATTACK

I AM THE EVERYTHING THE ALL KNOWING
THE OMNIPOTENT ONE
I WATCH THE FIELDS I DO NOT FEEL
I CIRCUMNAVIGATE EVERYONE
I AM THE SCARECROW, ALONE AND DISCONNECTED
YOU STARE RIGHT PAST ME UNDETECTED
I AM ONLY HERE WHEN YOU EXPECT IT
NOWHERE MAN I LIVE INVISIBLE
AND FEEL A SADNESS UNDESCRIBABLE
I HANG HERE MOTIONLESS HOLDING A BIBLE
NO REVIVAL
I DIED AND BECAME APATHY

Da da da da daaa...da da daaa...da da daaaa...

Sittin' in traffic, another day of feelin' nothin',

Trying to find somethin', I guess it's back to huffin'

paint and model glue, oh how I die when I look
at you smilin', lovin' life and all I know is blue,

rainy days and cold stares, broken love affairs,

Everything's beautiful as long as I ain't there,

(feat. Denny aka "Steaknife")

I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands
And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie
And yall don't understand I'm just a simple man
Doin' the best I can without no loochie

I'm feelin' that funny feelin' again within walkin' me to the kitchen
For that early morning gin drink it in till my thoughts they become clear

(feat. Mandy Lauderdale)

An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you
Cause all of this don't seem to bother you
So tell me how can I be more like you

The lights are on but nobody's home
If I'm mad, well them my mouth foam
Cover my transportation in chrome
Under the sky dome
Pegasus flown over my skeletal features
But an opaque anatomy is all I'll ever be

Bar tender I really did it this time

Broke my parole to have a good time

When I got home it was 6 a.m.

The door was locked so I kicked it in

She was trippin on the bills
I think she was high on some pills

She threw my shit out into the yard

Then she called me a bum and slapped me real hard

And in my drunkin stooper

I did what I should of never done

MS. JONES
MS. JONES GOTTA YELLOW BIRD
GOTTA PRETTY YELLOW BIRD THAT SHE BE KEEPIN’ IN A CAGE
MS. JONES GOTTA YELLOW BIRD
BUT SHE DON’T WANT HER PRETTY YELLOW BIRD TO GET LAID
GET LAID, GET LAID
BUT A B BOY’S GOTTA GET PAID
GET PAID, GET PAID

SEEN HER AT THE CORNER SHOP
SUN DRESS DIRTY FLIP FLOPS
HAND FULL OF LOLLIPOPS
LISTENIN’ TO HIP HOP

Satisfaction is power over everything and I'm powerless
Gluttony hasn't gone out of style since the fall of man
We scratch and claw we steal and kill ambitions caused
When one can't forget the magnitude of his fist high
And I'm thinkin' again
Trying to unravel the mystery of existing so perplexing
I'm not missing anything
I don't think

High on coaine drunk drivin' in the rain
Goin' north in the southbound lane
Railroad crossing I out run the train
Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name
In my chest gotta flame a collage of photos is in my brain
My temper is fire and propane
No shame no game no pain no gain
Hey that's insane should I bend over and let the world gang bagn

Do Do do do do do do-do-do. Do-do-do. Do do do. Do do do Do-do-do Repeat 2x (laugh)

You say I am narcissistic and cold hearted, well yeah maybe
But I don't give a damn about you this much is true
My vision is blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby
I know I'm stupid so I am must be smarter than you

Keep your advise leave me alone and don't (rattle my cage)
Just let me wallow in my own chigones (rattle my cage)

and breathin's overrated
stormchasin and its gettin later
i used to love her now i hate her shes a brainraider
fallin in a crater
of lost memories
im so out of hand
i dont even fuck with me
im goin trippin drunk and slippin
sleepin in ditches
switchin prescriptions
bangin a random hoe and itchin
i dont give a flyin feces
i aint one with the human species

My addiction makes me piss on floors
and go home with these scabby whores
i took to much LSD
now i'm in I C U at MRE

Cocaine and Coors come out my pores
Pukin in the kitchen down on all 4's
My heads an earthquake i sweat and shake
Ashes on a coke can ready to melt a cake
Spittin blood, Pickin sores, fuck cuttin the line
Stick the straw in the bag and do it all at one time

Paging Dr. Bender
Paging Dr. Bender
Paging Dr. Bender please

We gonna get up outta here now
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on

There's a good nigga
Stop dat bitch
Stop

Damn right across – damn look at her ass too
Oh forget it, come on come on
We gotta go

Follow me round the corner come on

Go go go go go go