Fucking About Songs

That's how many different kinds of music I thought there were

I'm still down here Drowning in caffeine

I'm on the side of the ghost and the needle

Frozen by rose petal toes My back shivered for your pressed granite nails

Mmm no remorse, mmm no remorse Got a couple bundles of dynamite And some hand grenades Oh no remorse, oh-oh no remorse You never should've angered the kids

Eat the children! Eat the fucking heads! Eat their heads! Eat the fucking kids! Eat the fucking kids… Lately I have been looking for blood on the highways

Burning bridges as you pass, You find yourself alone at lone at last All your enemies are conquered Is your life the one you wanted?

You know how to treat me Tell me what you want The hum of the breeze is all I hear Inhale and exhale Let me stay with you I need you closer every now and then

the outside perspective could have been interesting if the composition was more respectful. the composition could have been offensive if the execution was more competent. and the execution could have been funny if the outside perspective were more interesting.

There are things, things that only I see There are creatures, and they're out to get me That's what I'm afraid of these days Glued some wings to the back of a spider Looked up for validation, but I could not find it No one's more scared than I am these days

With my ego in my gut My babbling mouth would wash it up

We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root We wasn't 'posed to make it, our survival don't compute I had to chase the paper, 'cause the loot would run from me We had Navigator dreams and only bus money