Long Gone John - Human Torch lyrics

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