them wreckers.

[r_fiction]

when the cork is in my belly
I don't want no confusion
watch a roll a thunder watch a whip of lightin
seems so comfortable
for it to be so natural.

but when the cork is in my belly
and my pot is pickled lead thick
its all digestable
aside from the thistle n all

Your face is a brick that broke my fall
callin me back to the house we carved
Now I don't wanna shout at you
with this cork in my belly

Ill quietly watch the wrecking ball.