Another drink and I'll feel better
Stick pins in the dead cells
Carcase patch or the pattern shifts
Cling to the wall supporting paper
So I yawn and stretch
And I edit what's best
I feed the bin,
I got no discipline
Cut off the stimuli
Turn to fiction when the ink runs dry
Turn to fiction when the ink runs dry
Numb suck face applauds himself
Smug-** giggle, do get the joke?
You dream of comfort in a two-bar glow
Ear stuck to the speaker, hey that's me up there!
Cut the crap, cut the crap Cut the crap, cut the crap
Cut the crap, cut the crap Cut the crap, cut the crap
A whistle grin crazy loco
I shoot letters into bloodshot eye
Under the carpet when the ink runs dry
Under the carpet when the ink runs dry
