broke down in the desert sun with a 7-pack case to go anything you want from me all i have is what you see here
tripped out on a feline funk with a desperate state of affairs can't you feel me on my way have you had a bitter stay
when i'm waiting all alone in my room i can feel the hammer coming down it's my doom eight lives are up it's almost time to burn what waits for me at my final turn
low rent in the heart of town my soul's purple metal flake anything you have to say i used up my fare today
