when I woke up this mornin' I was still kinda wasted,
this vomity blood tar was all I could taste and
my face was glazed in a layer of somethin',
I was pretty much blind 'cause my eyes wouldn't open
'til I soaked 'em in coffee and some hair of th'dog
and a song to remember why I get up an' walk;
I gotta talk to myself sos that I can decode,
oh no,
I can't
I been troubled by devils, I been haunted by ghosts;
what do they want with me do you suppose?
I close my eyes and wait for it to pass,
just have another smoke an' try t'relax..
the simple fact is that you think too much,
but you can't think strait up all night on crutches,
y'need touches, y'need kind words an' hope,
oh no..
well I'm really just an animal under these clothes,
but I can be a machine if it matters the most,
I go for the throat, I got more guts than brains
when I'm fightin' or lovin', which kinda explains
the pains that I go through to live in the moment;
I rarely can catch it,
and I never can hold it,
but y'know what?
I come sooo close..
see?
I can't
The punk legends return with their first studio album in 35 years, featuring reworked fan favorites as well as all-new material. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2020