Fold me in, contrition for my saccharine/
I’ve been on the loose again, I’ve been back to average/
I’ve been pure as honey, no intentions lead to avarice/
Stole pennies from the well, though I never had a wish/
Back to the cattle prod, Saddle Ranch and Battlefront/
Legalize it stickers still adorned every coffee cup/
The room was overheated we were spinning off our rockers/
The second that a stiff board turned to a maraca/
The minute after topping off the soda mixed with vodka/
The hour reeks dour every time that I plead sour/
Freshly packed ash, I lay down and spread/
Stained with blood, the streets are filled with the sacred dead/
Pray in layman’s lex, next move enemy/
Punching every clock, to try to make one a friend to me/
If I’m lying, you can sentence me/
A still life painting, or the end of me?/
I’m here to hang so fucking low/
that I might as well just be the ground…/
I’m in a real bad way mom/
I’m in a real bad way doc/
There’s a fading to the twinkle in my eye goddamnit/
There’s a song up on the radio, but me I can’t stand it/
I’m in a real bad way mom/
I’m in a real bad way doc/
Colder than November, where the fuck I’m at/
Colder than December in the place to be/
Colder than November, where the fuck you at/
Colder than December in the place to be/
I kinda wanna hang from the highest of these trestles/
Part of me wants to reach and part of me wants to settle/
Speaking in tongues while staring at a tea kettle/
Hot water be gentle, hot water be gentle/
I’ve been faking my smiles for 17 years/
Clicking my thumbs, and sipping my beers/
Filling my head with make believe fears/
Who really cares? Who really cares?/
And I want to pull souls out of bodies for a living right?/
Call the cops or you can call me an agent of Christ/
Don’t wander off where the eyes can’t find light/
Never been a feast, like the feast of the worms tonight/
Reach for lucid, settle for trife/
Bend to no knees, accept no spite/
Hang low and accept those nights/
Where you learn to find your place as a low light/
I’m here to aim so fucking low/
That my arrow is a foot in mouth/
I’m in a real bad way mom/
I’m in a real bad way doc/
