Soft boiled brain

Listen...

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