Ridin' on the backs
Of a wasted generation
Watch out for that blow hole
It kicks a lot of a**
13 years of licking
And not an a** to be found
I don't need a dick, man
To make a hole in the ground
Lyin' on a bail
Of lies that cushion me
Just can't bear another day
If I cannott see
There's a man who spits up blood
And he knows my name
And he chews on broken gla**
And it's all the same
Here's to you human torch
You're so f**ing lame
Here's to you human torch
You're so f**ing lame
Part 2 of the novel
You're dead but it's all fine
He worked hard as a nail
But he won't leave his wine
Bag your [loud?] cousin
Sleep with your wounded niece
Stab your b**h mother
Comb your[?] dirty fleece
There's a guy who spits up blood
And he knows my name
And he chews on broken gla**
But it's all the same
Here's to you human torch
You're so f**ing lame
Here's to you human torch
You're so f**ing lame
Don't write a book about it
Go and tout it
Dear de-hearted, ill-aparted
There's a guy who spits up blood
And he knows my name
And he chews on broken gla**
But it's all the same
Here's to you human torch
You're so f**ing lame
Here's to you human torch
You're so f**ing lame
Don't write a book about it
Go and tout it
Dear de-hearted, ill-aparted