The young guy is pissed cause he can't grow a beard,
the old man hates him cause he still can get laid,
the letters you sent me are tricky and weird,
at least I've got something from you.
The grin on her face makes her look like an ape,
the sadness he feels somehow's cutting his veins,
I never had to throw your coins in the well,
at least I've got something from you.
I'll pray when god tears me away,
until then I will be a motherfucking threat.
You dropped cigarette ashes in my beer can,
and I can't deny that I loved you since then.
The pimps and the lovers and the mormons are there,
waiting for something to brew.
Crosswords and mine-sweeper's making my day,
poetry and music is nothing compared.
Airplanes and trains and the taxes we pay
are keeping me away from you.
I'll pray when god tears me away,
until then I will be a motherfucking threat.
How sad it is to see this land
drowning into the clay.
Smell of semen in hands.