J Church - Blister lyrics

Broken Bacchan*lian blisters, It's a long way back to the city, Drunk on gin and valley heat, And feeling f**in' sh**ty, Looking back to Shangri-La, It's like a brothel on the border, Steady hands can't take a shot, Clean up this disorder And the ocean seems so far away, Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my..., The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday, Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my... I had a dream three nights in a row, It might not mean a thing, I felt my face in an empty space, And pulled out all my teeth, Stranded in a Fresno truckstop, Paying for ice in a gla**, Rednecks here don't like my eyes or my face, They'll kick my a** And the ocean seems so far away, Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my..., The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday, Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my...