I keep account of my hits and my misses

The bottle makes the final call

Fuel me with some of your kisses

Turn towards the weeping wall

Distilled within your discipline

Return to go and start again

Bleeding on your hallowed ground

I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down in...



Spit sperm spit



Your TV is my teacher

Confessional and preacher

Forgive me lord for all this hate

I simply am inebriate



See the gun

Pick it up

All day long you'll have good luck

See the gun

Let it lie

You'll want that gun before you die



Spit sperm

This moral bankrupt stinking vat

Spit sperm

Of shit-fueled lies and empty highs

Spit sperm

Bled between these piss stained lies

Spit sperm

And hid behind my glazing eyes