(Chorus)
Stain upon the coffee table, trap full of rats, I got
used to always coughing maybe smoking is wack, but
before I hit the coffin get to calling the cats, throwing
caution to the wind and never making it back (I got)
Buckets for the rainwater, Lectric and Gas, getting
used to up and offing, for the dollars I lack… and…
Maybe I’m just stating the facts, that
it’s never really often that my brain is in tact

(verse 1)
and I feel
Forced to start endorsing my own
importance again, and I been
fornicating round with the thought of a pad and pen to be stupid and rather useless but
shooting shots is important
maybe I been running my course and I could forfeit, or
maybe it’s a force of habit, maybe I been lacking
live and tell em play in traffic, love em make it automatic
Loving Living Laugh and Learn, the cash your burning
casually is rather dis-earnest, I guess I’m cashing in early

birds
sing, but do they gotta mix and master, go
back 4 spaces caught you cheating on your last turn
Hash burns faster, and better until the rent is due
Calling in early like the hash-slinging slasher

...I got nervous, at a
very young age and was
concerned of my purpose
...It’s not a first for me in the slightest, I know I
Isn’t the brightest, I got no purse to be purchasing

Couple liquid liver killers, shot glasses, Pi-l-ing up
filling, till I’m not feeling, fiddle, fuck a violin and
play the worlds smallest till I’m dead or I’m proud
Whichever comes first when my body is found, I’m out

1, 2, 3 and to the 4, my
head and better judgement seem to always be at war
Dance around the casa to a classical sonata
sing sinatra in the moonlight, meanwhile, got a

(Chorus)
I got a
Stain upon the coffee table, trap full of rats, I got
used to always coughing maybe smoking is wack, but
before I hit the coffin get to calling the cats, throwing
caution to the wind and never making it back (I got)
Buckets for the rainwater, Lectric and Gas, getting
used to up and offing, for the dollars I lack… and…
Maybe I’m just stating the facts, that
it’s never really often that my brain is in tact, I got a

Stain upon the coffee table, trap full of rats, I got
used to always coughing maybe smoking is wack, but
before I hit the coffin get to calling the cats, throwing
caution to the wind and never making it back (I got)
Buckets for the rainwater, Lectric and Gas, getting
used to up and offing, for the dollars I lack… and…
Maybe I’m just stating the facts, that
it’s never really often that my brain is in tact

In fact I’m
actually disasterous, gluteus maximus kicking back and
I’m flicking ash I get sick and deposit cash again
happy just to be part of it, art is to be too startling
starving and wearing cardigans, smartest or either hardest (I’m neither)

Repetition, how I’m living, listen Sunday school I’m skipping
Sit and smoke a cig, I flick it
fuck it, hock and spit the chipping
nicotine and dean I’m sipping
Christian found a new religion
pissed but I been grinning kissing
witches who been living wicked
I’m from Oz, I’m odd I’m Illest
Oh my God, I’m bad at living
giving up, but unforgiven
Fucks, I am not one for giving
never giving up my love, cause, I mean…
let’s admit it, I love sinning.

warm lighting, the foresight of poor guy who’s
lights have been cut sitting courtside, 3 4 5
hundred on a ticket just to see em play badly
but dreams don’t come cheap
in fact they hardly come sadly

nothing I would know about
food that I can go without is
sitting in a garbage truck
I’m stuck I wanna scream and shout, but
just for clout I’ll make it known
I was always one to pout, In
my account I don’t get any dissy-count
I’m out

1, 2, 3 and to the 4, my
head and better judgement seem to always be at war
Dance around the casa to a classical sonata
sing sinatra in the moonlight, meanwhile, got a

Chorus)
I got a
Stain upon the coffee table, trap full of rats, I got
used to always coughing maybe smoking is wack, but
before I hit the coffin get to calling the cats, throwing
caution to the wind and never making it back (I got)
Buckets for the rainwater, Lectric and Gas, getting
used to up and offing, for the dollars I lack… and…
Maybe I’m just stating the facts, that
it’s never really often that my brain is in tact, I got a

Stain upon the coffee table, trap full of rats, I got
used to always coughing maybe smoking is wack, but
before I hit the coffin get to calling the cats, throwing
caution to the wind and never making it back (I got)
Buckets for the rainwater, Lectric and Gas, getting
used to up and offing, for the dollars I lack… and…
Maybe I’m just stating the facts, that
it’s never really often that my brain is in tact