2.Milkcrate Mosh
The gin was just like gideon. the kings were just like solomon.
the bashes were like babylon. the jester kept on jacking off.
nervous cough, nervous cough, nervous cough and now we're off.
went down on the denver slums and she woke up in the rocky
mountain dawn. felt all freed up from the fears that you can
never put your finger on. finger on finger on finger on and now
were gone.
We were smoking to the drinking songs off talking songs for
walking. waving marlboros like magic wands. listen up closely to
the lit tips of your cigarettes. can't you hear the serpent
hiss？ saying sweet baby suck on this. the white wine was the
nectar. the oldies made me feel like phil spector. is
charlemagne your main man or is he just your sad protector？
You know you look so good together. but sometimes i get a
feeling that you're a little bit restless. it's a small scene
already and it gets dirty on the fringes. you sucked through his
defenses.
She said i usually wouldn't do this. but i couldn't help but
notice. you had that text across your t-shirt. it said： what
would judas do？ he had those punching rings. he smoked the camel
filter kings. we went back behind the building. he did a brisk
little business. his party favors were party saviors. otherwise
we might have never made it. went down in the springfield slums
and woke up in the sugar mountain pines. only to find that what
you put into your mouth always gets into your mind.
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