Sheddin sweat bullets like a sawed-off gun
Flyin off walls in a room for one
Peelin off plaster from my ceiling fan
With a neon stigmata in the middle of my hand
Limp wet dollar laying down in a glass
With a filter smokin killer jumping on my ass
Broken record rockin from five to nine
With a burnt-out loser workin for the wine
Yellow-eyed junkie waving plastic flags
Wake of confusion in my sleeping bag
He got blue dye runnin down the side of his face
Singin "I want a whiskey sour with a shot of mace"
Corporate disco on the side of the street
Now my dusty gray bones looking for a beat
Wastin my life at the side of the ditches
While your Frankenstein monster's pickin at his stitches
Suckin back tobacco like there's no tomorrow
Sittin in a joint with some temporary sorrow
Semaphore lover in my distant past
Smokin joes takin blows to my fixated ass
Silver tongued artist with the tarnish blues
Road hockey hitcher with nothing to lose
I want to be cremated in a black ashtray
Leave me outside on Decatur til I'm blown away
This drifter lifestyle calling both of my names
Chain smokin chasers with no one to blame
Tall blond waitress with the punchcard blues
Tryin hard to fight time and she's bound to lose
Workin class stiffs two tables away
Livin for the paycheck and never for the day
It's a shame for a person to be so stuck
Though my future's gettin high in the back of a truck
Throwin out numbers of the local bars
Dirt-poor zeroes who don't want to be stars
Stars are too common and come out too soon
I make my wishes on a bright blue moon
credits
from Chaotic Narcotic,
released August 29, 2009
Jak Locke: guitar, bass, harmonica, synths, vocals, modem, drums
Zach Dufrene: organ
Jeremy Borne: some bass guitar
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016