Cigarette Burns – Lyrics by Deacon Burns

Verse 1:

Terrorist tactics flipping styles to the point you would think I was acrobatic

But really I’m crippled and retarded

Living inside my own head

Wheelchair zombie, return of the living dead

And I need BRAINS, but nobody got none

Just mindless monkeys with fake platinum chains

And I’m deranged, holding a shotgun like a toothless backwoods hick

Drinking moonshine and shit

Talking bout, “Where the niggers at? We gonna hang ‘em till they break their neck.”

So respect my authority when I’m on the set

I’m an intergalactic bounty hunter like Boba Fett

Behind the moon cosmonaut rock, my brains all wet

Baby I’m out there. Can I get a mic check?

Making deep cuts until the music keloids

My brains on steroids

I’m a fucking asteroid!

Chorus:

Burning Flags and Burning Bridges

Burning Beds and Burning Bitches

Burning Man and all his riches

Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!

Verse 2:

I’m the black Hunter (S.) Thompson

Fear and loathing in Cleveland

Crippled from my addiction, PCP you got me tripping

Jumping off of buildings doing the Triple Lindy

Searching for the ending, only end up not walking

Now I’m Stephen Hawking in my wheelchair pushing up to the mic spitting this lyrical poison

I’m a mutant being hunted by humans

I represent the weirdos with no direction

Freaks and cripples with pain pill addictions and ugly ass geeks who don’t get no affection

The public got my mind twisted and contaminated. I can’t take it

So fuck trying to be accepted by the fake and plastic Botox-injected spray-on-tan puppets

If you got it you got it, but if you don’t learn to love it and live with it

Scream, “THIS IS WHO I AM BITCH!”

Chorus:

Burning Flags and Burning Bridges

Burning Beds and Burning Bitches

Burning Man and all his riches

Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!