Staring out the window of tour bus
And it's just the ^^&$#* driver and us
We sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss

Talking bout our friendly border drug bust
And I know the future's cloudy and gray
Record like mine, give up or go gay

You're looking down at me with blue and black eyes
Spitting down a storm from purple night skies.


Uh-huh. uh-huh

And I know the concepts muddy and tripe

That all that is large and all that is slight
Flowing in the stream of holy floodlights
I've read the holy books, lord knows they bite

If this is your will in my testament
I will bow to no belief that they've bent
Still I'm just a sperm begat from your love

Basking in the bread and the blood of one dove

Can I lie with you in your grave?


There's a crack at the edge of the end of the world
Where I will sit with my love in it's fluorescent swirl

Eat us up, break us down to the tiniest cells
In a room with a view and a window to hell
In a room where the bodies will display what they've done

And march through museums that repel what they've done

Shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin

We'll reluctantly let them in

So can I lie in your crack in the of the edge at the end of the world

Where I sit with my love in it's fluorescent swirl
Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell
In a room with a view and a window to hell

With those who bury bodies in their barrel of fun
Will sit in ideas and regret what they've done


Shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
We'll reluctantly let them in
So can I lie in your grave?