| Jump into the machine, find the means. Ingore the fiends. Kill your liver, fry your brain, keep drinking that booze, keep tokeing on your joint, just stay away from the idiots that huff from a paper bag spray paint.. Just steer away from the derailed trains that love cocaine. Just where a rubber, when you're fucking your next door neighbor who turned out to be, a two dollar hooker. Oh, I know you couldn't help but think she was a looker. Jump over the gutter where the junkies sleep, pull the trigger on the crack head before you end up mugged and dead. Then the only thing will be a eulogy said. Don't be a slave to the game, break away from the scene, get your kicks far away from the moronic tricks. Seek your fun on the run, don't stay in one shit hole to long. |
