Album: Drunk
Cross my heart and cross my eyes
stick a needle in my thigh
drop kick my unscrewed lid
and fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle with what's inside
a rusty mass of mechinations
still i'm vying for the right vaccination
I make a masterful selection like louis pasteur
certain i've found at least a temporary cure
if there's one thing i've learned in this chemical world
it's very very very very very little is pure
my gluefoot sticks, i wrestle with it
I try to skedaddle but my gluefoot is fixed
if they'd give me a shovel in this communication age
maybe i'd have kept my mouth shut and done something today
I want to blame democracy and it's inherent lies
I want to blame my heritage for my leisurely demise
everybody wants to wear the cleats
everbody wants to be Dominique
I want to be someone separate from me
I want to have a sustained feeling
my gluefoot sticks, i wrestle with it
I try to skidaddle but my gluefoot is fixed