Liquid NitroJeanne of Arc - Envy of a Real Sharp Pencil lyrics

You've rolled yourself into a big fat cigar every day since fifteen and made your hair smoke-sticky and glib-long and your teeth as fuzzy yellow as you can get ‘em. You drive your eyes, filled with leeches, down into inky book depths, like oil drills, and s** up black on black on black while I can't seem to keep even a drop. You pal around with heavy hitters in three-piece suits and four-part names, but sink calmly into flannel with a fart just to show how play-it-cool you really are. You know how to take a picture from the side as if to say you've more important things to consider than a camera, but probably it's cause, straight-on, you've got a squat face with squint eyes. You think your love's the biggest whale around because you felt just like a shed corn husk when your brown-eyed girl went off to India, but then you prosed your angst for pats on the back. You are, in short, the sharpest pencil I know and so this is the end of the line for your brain, which I am swallowing wide and whole, as a famished snake does the naked and vital egg.