Mending our fingers clogged with wasabi could make the burns just feel so right.
When you wish you had another place to go.
One to own for a least this night.
Chasing castles with the high-strung assholes for a room to rent a place to hide.
Who shot the Crip and the cop and the cocksucker?
This hotel is a dive
Why must I always teethe?
Strong yet I never believe
Wrong cause I feel I'm diseased Gone no I'm really diseased
Throw her a line, she weeps for a white one.
Pass my day with some weed on her floor.
This working world just don't please me, so I grab my board and head to the shore.
I wonder if I'll ever find.
This razor burn out healing ride.
A dive between a wave so gold.
Come crashing threw seemed incredible
The fascia's straight a task that aids.
Another step to hide the hate.
That binds my fate.
I procrastinate.
That I might age to evaporate.
Let this rage decapitate.
Let it take well let I make my smelly business known