I keep account of my hits and my misses
The bottle makes the final call
Fuel me with some of your kisses

Turn towards the weeping wall
Distilled withing your discipline
Return to go and start again

Bleeding on your hallowed ground
I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down in...


Spit sperm spit

Your tv is my teacher

Confessional and preacher
Forgive me lord for all this hate
I simply am inebriate


See the gun
Pick it up

All day long you'll have good luck
See the gun let it lie
You'll want that gun before you die


Spit sperm
This moral bankrupt stinking vat

Spit sperm
Of %#@! fueled lies and empty highs
Spit sperm

Bled between these piss stained lines
Spit sperm
And hid behind my glazing eyes