I keep account of my hits and my misses The bottle makes the final call Fuel me with some of your kisses Turn towards the weeping wall Distilled within your discipline Return to go and start again Bleeding on your hallowed ground I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down in...
Spit sperm spit
Your TV is my teacher Confessional and preacher Forgive me lord for all this hate I simply am inebriate
See the gun Pick it up All day long you'll have good luck See the gun Let it lie You'll want that gun before you die
Spit sperm This moral bankrupt stinking vat Spit sperm Of shit-fueled lies and empty highs Spit sperm Bled between these piss stained lines Spit sperm And hid behind my glazing eyes
