Leave behind your troubled days and tie your cares behind
Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind
There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by
Emasculating trees and white rocks that you taught to fly
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week
Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak
Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime
Broken windows in the dorm, ain't no one gonna confess the crime
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Uh huh
Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist
Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss
A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake
Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
credits
from Junk Worship,
released September 12, 2003
Jak Locke: all instruments / vocals
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