You wanna see the psycho in your veins
you wanna see the madman
the time has come to make a run
the sun has risen
Don't try to stop me from chasin' the gasoline -
i get mean man
sometimes there's urges undeniable physical sensations
orale 'ese you gotta believe
It's hard it's fucking hard to be on the wrong side of the grape
to be on
i suppose i should care that i'm brain dead
i suppose i need to think for myself - colors in a car
Out of control the killing machine grows on a vine
glass on the floor of the bathroom flooded
shower curtain covers naked leftovers drowned in a tub of beer
wedding cake cut with butcher knives
stuck out like a silhou-etted outline
lit up like a firecracker
It's hard it's fucking hard to be on the wrong side of the grape
to be on
What do you know about a monsoon
plastic forks and plastic people
mr. polyurethane that's me - deeply disposable
Moralists - fuck 'em - don't stop me from sucking on the mothers vine - yeah
she's got a sweet behind
pearl hearts and porcelain roses frame a picture of the bottle man
when we run out of papers we smoke from a can
i got my 1 a.m. and there ain't no place i can't go
so 'fess up-chicken
you 'ol sour shrimp cold duck green boy tinker toy i'm tellin' you
It's hard it's fucking hard to be on the wrong side of the grape
to be on
