[00:01.549]Bloodshot in a robe
[00:03.898]****ers on a phone
[00:07.194]Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone
[00:08.712]There’s a rattle in my lungs at times,
[00:10.661]there’s a shutter now in my spine
[00:11.678]But I’m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine
[00:12.721]Grafting gaffs to the blood boys
[00:16.129]Gripping on to the choice
[00:17.254]Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist
[00:18.431]Under a grim ****ing sky
[00:20.823]I drift past this guy
[00:22.105]A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed
[00:24.136]Telling the guy on his right
[00:25.976]How he just had a root,
[00:28.369]from some low hanging fruit
[00:29.891]a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling
[00:31.794]slurring how he’ll never don a suit
[00:33.806]Put a box out for the cats
[00:35.154]Put out poison for the rats
[00:37.605]Put on a feast for the hungry and we’ll see if it changes the way that they act
[00:39.948]Put my name on the door
[00:43.117]Collect dust on the floor
[00:45.821]Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore
[00:47.857]I saved two days, by taking today
[00:48.903]Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid
[00:49.822]What’s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street
[00:52.166]Is that it’s just a symptom of trying to get paid
[00:53.914]With holes in the skin
[00:55.024]From an apartment doctor’s pin
[00:57.292]strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin
[00:58.819]Burnt down to an itch
[00:59.586]Sewn up by a stitch
[01:00.207]Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch
[01:00.786]Take me to a town
[01:01.566]Where the only farewell is a funeral
[01:02.856]For jealousy and shame
[01:04.199]You got your small amount fame
[01:08.737]Light candles in the bathroom with your shit in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame
[01:10.099]Eye **** a bartender as she pours
[01:12.581]Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours
[01:14.257]Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors
[01:15.475]But it is what it is, now isn’t it?
[01:16.509]Petty small jab rolls with a work permit
[01:18.131]It’s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit
[01:18.932]That they’ve tied off with their cheap thrill
[01:19.009]A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill
[01:19.745]Whilst I climb this shit storming Everest that I’ve made from this tiny little molehill
[01:20.260]Take me to a town
[01:20.887]Where the only farewell is a funeral

Bloodshot in a robe
****ers on a phone
Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone
There’s a rattle in my lungs at times,
there’s a shutter now in my spine
But I’m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine
Grafting gaffs to the blood boys
Gripping on to the choice
Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist
Under a grim ****ing sky
I drift past this guy
A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed
Telling the guy on his right
How he just had a root,
from some low hanging fruit
a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling
slurring how he’ll never don a suit
Put a box out for the cats
Put out poison for the rats
Put on a feast for the hungry and we’ll see if it changes the way that they act
Put my name on the door
Collect dust on the floor
Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore
I saved two days, by taking today
Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid
What’s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street
Is that it’s just a symptom of trying to get paid
With holes in the skin
From an apartment doctor’s pin
strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin
Burnt down to an itch
Sewn up by a stitch
Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch
Take me to a town
Where the only farewell is a funeral
For jealousy and shame
You got your small amount fame
Light candles in the bathroom with your shit in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame
Eye **** a bartender as she pours
Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours
Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors
But it is what it is, now isn’t it?
Petty small jab rolls with a work permit
It’s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit
That they’ve tied off with their cheap thrill
A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill
Whilst I climb this shit storming Everest that I’ve made from this tiny little molehill
Take me to a town
Where the only farewell is a funeral