this is the blood land
standin around man
the work of the devil in the sick of the dead hand
this is the sun yard
coffin a cardboard
box in the middle of the crumpled cold wind
this is the concrete
breath a true simp
I can't even remember my name I've gone limp
this is the day old bread
of bad trust
this is the musket
this is my dead lust
this is 400 long dead lung dead college girlies fuckin to a beat
now cia fbi dea mia
crush cold cut criss crack coke bliss
this is the decade
breakin the blockade
everybody mumblin
nobody outplayed
nobody's stoppin now that nobody's afraid
come quick with the slick black wrist
a clenched fist
raise it up
this is the last time I'll say this
you ain't got no words
then you mother fuckin listen