Yesterday I fell asleep Southbound on route twenty three The sleeping pills i thought were speed Didn't mix well with the wine But I'm still having
87 turquoise mini van Speeding to another place On dusty gravel roads Low on gas, high on fumes Hearts and heads explode Hearts and heads explode
No luck, no dice Can't get out this time Pushed the limits just too far This time too late to ever go back It's all over now It's too late to ever
When I think about How much this shit has fucked my head I wonder why I even try It's a shame how much I love abuse And how I dig up any excuse
Looked in through the broken screen door At the beer can pyramid Heard some voices talking loud Didn't knock I just walked in She was drawing on
Cold and haunted winter pains Blew in from the North Wicked witches called my name Took me to the riot rains It was something so bizarre I could
Light reflections Hit my eyes Desperations Left to die Rats the size of rolling tanks Razor through these streets at night Cold disgusting dominates
Nowhere to go from here But down Can't succeed in anything So I'll revel in my failure But it won't come easy for me Failure takes a lot of effort
Open windows Noxious winds Crooked fingers pull the pin The demand is high Twisted times are in supply Chemical burn Taste the paste Take away
Took a detour from the crowded streets where they would never spot me I was running from the mob Of angry men with pitch forks raised It was safe
All your broken ribs and bruises sick Sick distorted face Fingers bent and eyes all sunken Solider of a mutant race Glorified in all your hobbled
With all the mistakes That I've made You'd think that I would learn But I just keep on keepin on The path of no return Keep on keepin' on
Last night something Told me inside Something will go bad tonight Moon is full Things go wrong Goddamned moon's been full so long Even when I'
the set in other words, I'm in effect Grab your cassettes, hit your rewinds and your ejects Tell your friends that Ak is back and Ak is def Another head
) That's all that I ever really wanted Oh yeah, you know that sometimes a man He has nowhere to lay his head, nowhere, I said nowhere Nowhere to lay his head
The lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I shall want Fresh and green are the pastures where he gives me repose Near restful waters he leads me to revive
straight up in bed With somethin' circlin' around your head? And you swot at it as it whizzes by And it's just one pesky little fly You shake your head
they pension checks you kick 'em when they?re down, you tell 'em god is coming you work the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin' You sell what you reposes
