1.Up In Smoke
So let me introduce myself＊
I'm a mess
Master of success out of dirt
Under skirts, tell your girl
Cause we're taking you out on the town
And you ain't ever coming back
I am Rock and Roll
The son of sex and drugs
Cause it's your daughter that I want
And it's the sex and not the love
So come on
So now I made my choice,
Can't ever take it back
I packed up all my things
I'm moving to the West
So that someday I can just sleep in my own bed
Without all of your smoke rings wrappin' around my head
So now I'm climbing this mountain to see
What I thought that I smelled from the sea
Don't blow smoke rings to the west
So that I can rest my head
Don't blow your smoke
BOOM!
So now I climbed that mountain
To see what I could see
But all I saw was pretty young girl
Sitting on her knees, she's sayin'
Come on cowboy, don't ya back down
You got a pistol and bullet with my name
'so I'm a cowboy, never back down
I got a pistol and bullet with your name'
2.I Feel Like I'm Taking Crazy Pills
Oh my god!＊
Have you seen my medicine？
I need it to keep my head
Upon these shoulders
And keep the beast inside at bay
There is love but I like fuckin'
There are drugs, if I am lucky
And a mothers arm
Extend like the track marks from your brothers arms
And they pour it out
Into these bottles of addictions
And roach's that form in the palm
Of your little baby boy
And you cover up the killings
This is a battle with the bottle
And I'm losing it
3.Showdown
Now she's doing the two step, with substance＊
Slow quick quick slow.(slow quick quick slow)
Slow quick quick slow.(slow quick quick slow)
Now that she's caught with pants around her ankles
With bloodshot eyes, red parting lips.
With blood shot eyes, red parting lips.
I'm dressed in a fashion of a gentleman
And she's in a fashion of a prostitute.
If I can give what she needs, so she can lie on my bed,
And she'll taste my fucking lips, without tasting last nights
fling.
And she will she'd virgin skin, without feeling like a whore.
Take these burdens from your chest
Take some time to clean up this mess
There's life on the other side of the bed
But it's lonely in this world without a stranger in your bed.
4.My Pet Monster
There are cherries, ripe for picking＊
America's losing, meth recipes cooking.
Oh excuse me miss, can I buy you a drink,
Just don't mind the bitter aftertaste.
Oh no, the jokes on you
You're now infected with the dirty south plague.
Fathers grab your daughters, cause the boys are back in town.
Wake up, lets stop, I just want to go home.
And I've been sick for the pas six months,
12 days been up, just the monster and me.
And I just want you to get some sleep
Wake up Don't Go.
Monster, don't go.
5.I D.A.R.E. David Bowie To Drive Drunk
Why are all my teeth on the floor＊
I can't pick it up, without picking you up
So I'm asking that fine young debutant and the man in the mirror
exactly
What the fuck I did with my keys last night.
Whoh, I'm so fucked up
I can't feel me lungs
So I'm filling you up
With motion sickness love
Like a lazy fuck, who can't get off her back
You got to get on top to keep me coming back
So I'm asking that fine young debutant, one last time
Exactly what the fuck I did with my keys, last night
So I'm filling you up
With motion sickness love
I should have thought you out, before I took off your clothes
So I'll just fill your throat
6.Absolut Balderdash
There was a time when I felt fine with consistency＊
But now I'm fine with you and those legs in the dress that I
see.
A pack of cougars, a man of holiness take the front row,
I pick a spot in the middle, my hand on my pistol, my eyes on
the floor.
Everybody raise their glass, were getting fucked up tonight,
that's right.
Death of a harvest winters nights are hardest, that's when I see
her voice again.
She hides in the cellar, a goddamn coward I say,
See light, you coward
See light, see day.
OH SHIT.
I feel myself falling again, when I begin to frost.
OH SHIT.
I pick a spot in the middle, my fucking hand on my pistol, eyes
on the door.
Turn out the lights, see which one fits right.
I am the chosen one, you're trembling at the sight of the snake.
You are the servant sucking on the tongue of the serpent.
OH SHIT
7.Nice Night For Neck Injury (Suck Brick Kid)
I've got a guilty conscience, and a fresh tasting mouth＊
We'll I've got a filthy closet, and a dangerous sense of style.
I have uncovered a new gem, in a bed of rocks.
And I've uncovered a new gem, and learned a new way of
polishing.
Could be set in a wedding band
or placed in that necklace around your neck
I swear I have seen that place before.
It hangs around your neck.
I know this isn't set in stone.
Whoa, darling.
My sweet darling. (Yeah, oh)
Whoa darling, you know I'm best at fucking you up.
Let the words roll from the back of your throat
Well the world moves so fast, yet I move so slow.
(I just want my movements back)
Feel these words, come undone
I feel the world away, to be safe
With your walls, stretched around,
Feel the words release from your throat.
Let the worlds roll, from the back of your throat.
Let them hit the floor.
Pick them up, use them once more.
And lastly, I know that you tend to not agree.
But that's fine with me (the liar).
Love can't be purchased, I am the buyer.
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