Confessions of a Junkie
I wanna fuck the old lady at Lowes,
the one that wears too much make-up and has saggy elbows.
...cute face, though.
I wanna dig my own grave with a rusty spoon,
and just slip into it, one sunny afternoon.
maybe sleep for for a day or two.
I wanna throw a party in my basement
That's right, a party in my basement.
I wanna make a pit where dogs can fight for a good meal.
maybe fill it with dirty water and needles for crowd appeal.
and just when the people think there's gonna be bloodshed,
the dogs were trained to fight the audience, instead.
two pitbulls mauling moms and dads of church-going families
god fearing men wading through needle-filled water trying to outrun a couple of really hungry, really pissed off, pitbulls.
And just when Killer is at your throat, you wake up.
It's all an illusion.
We're in my basement, at the party,
and I'm making out with the old lady from Lowes.
the one that wears too much make-up and has saggy elbows.
...cute face, though.
I wanna dig my own grave with a rusty spoon,
and just slip into it, one sunny afternoon.
maybe sleep for for a day or two.
I wanna throw a party in my basement
That's right, a party in my basement.
I wanna make a pit where dogs can fight for a good meal.
maybe fill it with dirty water and needles for crowd appeal.
and just when the people think there's gonna be bloodshed,
the dogs were trained to fight the audience, instead.
two pitbulls mauling moms and dads of church-going families
god fearing men wading through needle-filled water trying to outrun a couple of really hungry, really pissed off, pitbulls.
And just when Killer is at your throat, you wake up.
It's all an illusion.
We're in my basement, at the party,
and I'm making out with the old lady from Lowes.