Gawd (Live)
Scum bucket sunrise
I've been scratching fleas
I got a trashcan on my ceiling
And I'm serenading myself with the dry heaves
I been bleeding from my teeth whenever I eat
I ain't brushed my gums in over forty-seven weeks
I'm on the drag, and I got the nag
And the lice inside my eyelids is getting mad
And I'm goin' all the way down
I'm like a dog
I'm eating worms
I got a pistol in my pocket
And tomorrow has already been a blur
I said thanks a lot
And just spat into the breeze
I got lost in the pillars of my ecstasy
And I found myself
In the deepest, darkest freeze
And I'm just goin' all the way down
I'm carving into my forehead
Heart-shaped nooses and million-dollar bills
I met a man the other night
Now he's living in my head
Saying, all them good times gonna kill you
I crashed my submachine gun
Into the estuary
I got me a date tonight with the Virgin Mary
I've been sharpening my knives
With a little muck left over
I've been rubbing out me a good one
While I'm looking over your shoulder
I'm the next in line, been strangled by time
And now I'm leaving all my decency at the door
Spewing my guts out on the floor
And just goin' all the way down
I've been scratching fleas
I got a trashcan on my ceiling
And I'm serenading myself with the dry heaves
I been bleeding from my teeth whenever I eat
I ain't brushed my gums in over forty-seven weeks
I'm on the drag, and I got the nag
And the lice inside my eyelids is getting mad
And I'm goin' all the way down
I'm like a dog
I'm eating worms
I got a pistol in my pocket
And tomorrow has already been a blur
I said thanks a lot
And just spat into the breeze
I got lost in the pillars of my ecstasy
And I found myself
In the deepest, darkest freeze
And I'm just goin' all the way down
I'm carving into my forehead
Heart-shaped nooses and million-dollar bills
I met a man the other night
Now he's living in my head
Saying, all them good times gonna kill you
I crashed my submachine gun
Into the estuary
I got me a date tonight with the Virgin Mary
I've been sharpening my knives
With a little muck left over
I've been rubbing out me a good one
While I'm looking over your shoulder
I'm the next in line, been strangled by time
And now I'm leaving all my decency at the door
Spewing my guts out on the floor
And just goin' all the way down
Credits
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