Soft boiled brain
written by Randal Moldrich |
Your arms tuna-dark, your face bone-white
The smartest thing you've said all week
is "I'm going to bed"
Your mouth desert-dry, your cunt worn red
The dumbest thing you've said all week
is "I'm going down the street"
A finger-licking night worker
A twist of silver round your finger
No safe or gate will stop those sniffin' boys
from unloadin' those elephant drugs
You always wanted to be on the inside,
but you'll soon be on the inside of a funeral
You always wanted to be on the inside,
but all highs have their lows
A thick prick knocks aside the quick chick
and half her wet purse Nostril-burning
Your eyes red and your spirit blind
Mice are eating through the walls of your brain
You always wanted to be on the inside,
but you'll soon be on the inside of a funeral
You always wanted to be on the inside,
but all highs have their lows
Rip apart. To rip apart. Rip apart. To rip apart
Time to seize it, jump the charging city, take the turkey cold
It's time to rip apart
To rip apart, rip apart, rip apart
Time to squeeze it, jump the charging bull, grab the city's balls
Life: take it or leave it; it's time to rip apart
Time to seal it, jump the turkey, charge this cold city
Life: take it or leave it; it's time to rip apart
Time to seize it, jump the charging city, take the turkey cold
Life: take it or leave it; it's time to rip apart
That dollar covered in fuel, will burn you swiftly
There's no good in the future if you've got no present
on the inside, inside of sense, inside of you, inside of life
on the inside, inside of life, inside of sense, inside of you
You can breathe, don't have to bend, you can choose again
Tell me...
you want to heal, you want to see, yourself smile again
On the inside...
inside of sense, inside of you, inside of me, inside of life