[Verse 1]

Barring any hangups

I'm gonna seize the rapture

Broken thumb on the hurt button

I am twixt beyond first thought

[Chorus]

A lot of strife is second strand

Just bong loading the wrong parts

Spill me into spit shine

Cackling in the nose bleeds

[Verse 2]

And if you see the fucker who stole my mail

Tell them the debt doesn't absolve

At best one inherits magic

And pivots to a peep show

A lot of wives leave lipstick

On the end of Virginia slims

Making up the markings

Of Christian sex in daydreams

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 3]

Kept up on bulk elastic

I'm squeezed in with the salesmen

Pitched in my best shoes

I walked out with a bad limp

Grey scalp filled fantastic

I dipped into a strange brew

Cut loose while tiered off

I'm grouped in with the wrong crew

[Verse 4]

And if you’re lucky you'll see shells of trails

The bare bones of a bootleg trip

At least sons of bland habits

Downgrade to a day job

A lot of dives don't kill me

I can breathe in the undertow

Sweating out the spirit

Of static in the old shows