You want to see the psycho in your veins
You want to see the madman
The time has come to make a run
The sun has risen
Don't try to stop me from chasin' the gasoline -
I get mean man
Sometimes there's urges undeniable physical sensations
Orale 'ese you gotta believe
It's hard it's f**ing hard to be on the wrong side of the grape
To be on
I suppose I should care that I'm brain dead
I suppose I need to think for myself - colors in a car
Out of control the k**ing machine grows on a vine
Gla** on the floor of the bathroom flooded
Shower curtain covers naked leftovers drowned in a tub of beer
Wedding cake cut with butcher knives
Stuck out like a silhou-etted outline
Lit up like a firecracker
It's hard it's f**ing hard to be on the wrong side of the grape
To be on
What do you know about a monsoon
Plastic forks and plastic people
Mr. polyurethane that's me - deeply disposable
Moralists - f** 'em - don't stop me from s**ing on the mothers vine - yeah
She's got a sweet behind
Pearl hearts and porcelain roses frame a picture of the bottle man
When we run out of papers we smoke from a can
I got my 1 a.m. and there ain't no place I can't go
So 'fess up-chicken
You 'ol sour shrimp cold duck green boy tinker toy I'm tellin' you
It's hard it's f**ing hard to be on the wrong side of the grape
To Be On