Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand. Feel it, feel it. Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand. Feel my arm, feel my arm. Feel my fist, feel my fist.
Hosin' out the cab of his pickup truck. He's got his 8-track playin' really fuckin' loud. The one who wouldn't go down on his brother 's dead. She's wearin' his bootprint on her forehead.
Out. No. mm mm mm mm mm my head. mm mm mm mm mm bread. mm mm mm mm mm my head. mm mm mm mm mm bread. Do you see that?. I will run. mm mm mm mm mm head.
Yeah!. He was a plug-ugly son of a bitch. With a fist where most folks get their face. He was a plug-ugly son of a bitch. With a fist where most folks get their face.
Hey little girl in U.S. dress. Come and give daddy kiss. To Dead Billy, U.S. soldier in green. Little lady, napalm butt. Come and give head to, to. Dead Billy make you boom boom boom.
I have never been so happy in my whole life. I've been denied this so long, I'm sure it's right. Finally, this is working. Finally, this is life. Finally, this is working.
When I get loaded, I gotta go off!. . Don't call it a safety. Don't call it half-cocked. . It's more like an ashcan. It's more like a time bomb. Its more like a stovepipe.
Well, I don't know why we come here. Guess I just needed the bang. We walk in the beef, and then we pull on the rope. And then the, then the hammer comes down.
He got dowager's hump, he got a gimp. He been walking this beat, you little punk. While you were still swimming in your daddy's balls. Got a nightstick, got a gun, got time and a half.
We see us. Our logic projected. Everywhere we see it. . We see us. Our logic projected. Everywhere we see ourselves. . Make it, find it, see it.
Repeat, redact, repeat, redact, repeat. Deflect, deflect, deflect, deflect, devolve. . Tear one down, build the same. At zero, yeah, we've changed. The pattern's built to last.
The Joe man is back. When Joe comes back Joe's head will crack. When Joe's head cracks, when that big head cracks. It's "Welcome back, Joe. Welcome back, Joe.".
Necrophillic life, generating death. . Death another disco, dance another death. Death another soft drink, drink another death. Death another boyfriend, date another death.
Ought to know what I liar I am. Ought to know me by now. Don't curse me for my nature. Don't blast me for my wrongs. Just a bad penny. I always come back to you.
Last summer in Italy during the festival tour,. another band asked a Milanese journalist what I was like,. uhh unbenounced to them a ear shot of my crew ,.
One, two, three, four. Lately I have been frequenting bad houses. Places no respectable man would be seen. I hate myself for my weakness. . My past sickens me.
Swallow your pride and just let me in. I don't wanna hurt you. you know I'm your friend. If this is the outcome of all we've been through. It seems like a waste, I can't take all this waiting for you.
Reason, chanda, eon, nama. No abstractions, (paticca) samuppada. Logic, tanha, season, rupa. No nature, anatta. . Time.
Reinforce culture, concede ideals, selling subversion, status intact. Flawed reasoning, flawed irony, flawed reversals, flawed strategy. Mute commentary, market reversion, co-opt critique, status intact.
He phones to yak and wack wack wack, this irritating boy.. Step on a crack to break his back, for he brings to me no joy.. He speaks too long I reply in tongues.