I’m still bingin’ gentlemen start your faulty engines
A filthy risky business, no time to merely sip shit
Rookies get their wigs split within an instant
Eksplicit liquidation sale, sick with tripled vision
Now everything can change like a minute stuck in N.Y.
Or head back to the guillotine and let some fucking heads fly
It’s buzzin’ past your bed time, yet we’ve only begun to drink
This fucking ship is fun to sink, get sober maybe once a week
Aint seen a lucky streak in all these blurry thirty years
Keep the humor tongue in cheek as brutal murder scenes appear
Turning blurry pictures clear like Dario Argento
Put the pieces back together, fresh out of mementos
Sometimes it’s best to let go, before the Dead Zone
Claims you, and then leaves you more forgot than Brad Renfro
Keep up with the quota, still deliver new deadmans
Pull the troops together, standing tall like Stu Redman
Making more heads spin than chickens left in Mexico
Wrecking every festival than hex you into vegetables
Sneaking out the vestibule, I pull a disappearing act
A couple steps ahead no matter what, now time to fear the facts
Stay where the beers be at, and where my mind slipped
Shortly after sunset get a transfer to the Night Shift
You fools are spineless, bottom feeder jellyfish
Looking like an aids infested chick on Telly’s dick