This one day My mind is strained And I can't can't can't have fun
No matter what I do I've always assumed that I can't go on just sucking my thumb
Sifting through my toys Stressing out my noise After thinking that I couldn't read Sitting on the porch And waiting for the porno While I'm sucking on my nicotine
I don't know why I just want to die And here's 2 bucks for you This is the part where I should really part But I guess I've got nothing to do
I don't know why I just want to die And here's 2 bucks for you This is the part where I should really part But I guess I've got nothing to do
Black tar brown mud latex paint All in my lungs today Guess I should listen to what the docs say
My breath is how the streets get paved everyday
Oh how the wind blows So soft it slides right through my nose But that's not enough It's never enough til' I cough up a lung
Black tar brown mud latex paint All in my lungs today Guess I should listen to what the docs say My breath is how the streets get paved every day