I wish I had more money than I have and I know that's not punk, but I need to pay my rent. I can't survive without money. I can't survive without money
I was drifting into dreaming and I saw something I hadn't seen before Two young ladies I hadn't seen since high school holding a piece of me inside
I broke my promise on a very sharp rock And I was possessed by something quite unfriendly And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep And that?s how I learned
For four fortnights I?ve fled from my fortress Foraging forests five footsteps in length Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles Flowing like flies
I will not sing another song for the dead because the dead, they are not listening. from now on all the songs that i sing will be songs sung for the