Letras
Blood in my hair, shit on my shoes, spit on my shirt
Ash in the air, ick on the news, system alert
It might just be the dish we deserve
In the crystal ball it isn't always crystals and herbs
Some parts down pour, acid rain and power chords
Other parts you'll probably wanna scratch your eyes out for
By all means, whatever get the vessel to caress the calm seas
It is a mess. Forecast showing 5 spin kicks
High speed winds with a chance of flying wizard fist
If you can't defend yourself, it ain't because the system's rigged
Granted the system's rigged
I poke my head out from a window on the 2nd floor
I check the cities pulse, assess the pecking order
M-65 field jacket
I'm off to watch a guy steal a package, it's a mess