lyrics
28 years 29 step 30 move
highway crossing shakedown like you got something to prove
but you were married to that thug, and then married to this disease,
you were married to the drug and now you're married to the industry
and the whole class runnin' and the backyard stuntin' 'cause the children ain't raised
sacrifice scratching at the black ice patches so the bills can get paid
but if you don't have anything nice to say, just say something nice anyway
yeah, if you don't have anything nice to say, just say something nice anyway, now
you took up the moon and stars incision, the limb and liver fishing grind
the backs of the braindead and the chronic hole punched as your ticket to ride
criss-cross, piss off the new religion this is what we do to survive
what we could be using turned around and attuned towards the growth of limes
they get pneumatic limb spasms and dimethyl drum fills
you get the last word in who gets to crush and snort their pills
yeah that's prozac to prosaic
ground dreams like nightmare machine to and fro
and no don't trust it, you'll crush it
that mercedes benzedrine is touch and go
pen, notebook, lighter, cable
call, drawl, old, disabled
oxy, ultram, safety, house
helper, yeller, lights, out
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