Black Mountain - Faulty Times lyrics

I was seventeen, In nineteen thirty-three. Splitting out of my seams, Can't you see what I've seen? I'll be one one four, By the third world war. Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some k**, And get outta this place. Lived a life of crime, Since about grade nine. So whose side you on? Whose side you on? But ain't it a loss, A dental floss? Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some k**, And get outta this place. 'Cause nobody likes your, f**ed up plans, Of shooting up some foreign land, That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. I was seventeen, In nineteen thirty-three. Splitting out of my seams, Can't you see what I've seen? I'll be one one four, By the third world war. Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some k**, And get outta this place. 'Cause nobody likes your, f**ed up plans, Of shooting up some foreign land, That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws.