song was writin a while ago, recorded here for the first time...
Lyrics
The clock strikes midnight in the brightness of the moonlight//tonight I plan to dance within the fantasies of true life//bitchin cause linoleum still holds me to this kitchin floor//wishin the nutrition facts would last me just a little more//the nicotene is blistering my fingertips like kerosene//listening for the listerene that keeps me clean like irish spring//slippin over the same sob story that floored me yesterday//before i knew that more is less, and that just tests the best today//starin at the sink as i glare at the brink of madness//just be glad it's not you that's got to confront your habits//the sadness of my sabath isn't half as bad as savage kids//who wish to mince you up and distribute you into sanwiches//the amateurs don't got it, the veterans don't got it//the rhetoric and sedatives are in the hand which picks my pocket//the floor and hallways dim as the strobe light switches sockets//the door is always open, yet i insist you bitches knock it//i rocket to the opposite plane of existence//the persistance that exists is making phone calls, long-distance//if those walls could whisper, oh the baskets they would weave//but actually, if they could talk, they might be asking me to leave...
