Can't stop obsessing all the alienation
My head is bleedin', frickin',
It's been a long time
Now it's time to get your
Get out of my way
Can't you see I'm from L.A.?
Yeah,
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
I'd rather
Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna
J-J-Jenny, so many times I tried to get away
You followed
Looking back to the past, predictions of the end
Unseen ultra
You go
Now, something is lacking
I'm not attracting
My boobs are not
You can't believe the things you see and read
The Soviet
In the morning I awake
I feel my bladder about to
Did you get that rush, that feeling
Adrenalin pumping through your
Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots,
Together on the sand
Together on the sand
We walked hand in
So sick and tired of your bitching and complaining
So long