1.Multitude Of Casualties
She drove it like she stole it
She stole it fast and with a multitude of casualties
She said i shipped it out from Boulder
Packed in coffee grounds and wrapped around in dryer sheets
We spent a few months just wandering the Sonoma
High as hell and shivering and smashed
We were trying for a vision quest we opened up three buttons
And all we saw was desert trash
It's a funny bit of chemistry
How a cool car makes a guy seem that much cooler
It's worth noting throughout history
Kids come around corners to a multitude of casualties
We spent a few hours circling the city
Like a hawk on he highways we were looking round for something
that just died
We heard the deacon's hopeful eulogy
At least in dying you don't have to deal with new wave for a
second time
After your party we got off the grid
We just couldn't get with all the clever kids
Now we forage on the frontage roads
We drive at nites I guess it just feels somewhat safer
We scrounge around for sustenance
We mostly eat in the back half of the theaters
We spent a few years nodding off in matinees
High as hell and shivering and smashed
We were hoping for an action adventure
Something loud that we could feel thru all the Feminax
After the movie we got off the ground
Got in your car and crawled around in Lowertown
While she was at the citadel he was getting high as hell
While he came to in the matinee she was asking round for
someplace else to stay
While he was down in Lowertown she was feeling out the 5：30 folk
mass
And the nite that she got born again he was getting with her
little hoodrat friend
They did wade in the water into one tin soldier and she started
to cry
Youth services always finds a way to get their bloody cross into
your druggy little messed up teenage life
2.Crucifixion Cruise
Hallelujah came to in the confession booth
Infested with infections and smiling on an abscessed tooth
Running out on residue and crashing through the vestibule
The crucifixion cruise, she climbed the cross and found she
liked the view
And sat reflecting on the resurrection and dreaming about an old
connection
And talking loud over lousy connections, she put her mouth
around a difficult question
She said Lord, what do you recommend to a real sweet girl who's
made some not-sweet friends？
Lord, what do you prescribe to a real soft girl who's having
real hard times？
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