12 Jun 2007 07:53 pm
Coughing up those bricks
Glorified shibbolethsI’d give you the back of my hand
If I could endorse a cliché
She talks with all the class of escaping gas
To sad little void heads
Glazed eyes and gaping jaw (perpetual sneeze)
Come to my room to play adult parchesee
Unshuffle me with your card shark hands
Let me be your detour if you desire reconstruction
I’m sad yet hopeful, this blue blood’s not green
Parched man desires refreshment
But even a man dehydrate will decline HCL
Where’s the party, where’s the party?
Put me on remote control
Oh hell, I used to be 21
There’s no time after alcohol
Put me in my time
Put me in my time
I used to be a friend of mine till
You put me in my time
Tell me if you care