Talkin' shit like shut up and listen to me   Because cutting through the crap is my specialty   Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead   You're trying to figure out the last thing I said      I'm a redwood I love to be a tree yes I'm a druid   My words are flowing out like a fluid   Never give in never conform   I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form      Dead leaves on the trees in spring can't hear the birds sing   A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening   Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver   A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver      While I doze I suppose I could get lost   With a brown skin friend claiming kin to crazy horse   I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but   I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid      Firewater call it liquid rapture   Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature   Firewater the world's a mixture   Of broken liquored people get the picture      Firewater call it liquid rapture   Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature   Firewater the world's a mixture   Of broken liquored people get the picture      Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth   I'm rather liquored light flickers, I got the shakes and jitters   I roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin' the show   Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into      All alone except for the whiskey voices   Whores laugh, neon signs flash other choices   I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble   Slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble      Firewater call it liquid rapture   Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature   Firewater the world's a mixture   Of broken liquored people get the picture      Firewater call it liquid rapture   Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature   Firewater the world's a mixture   Of broken liquored people get the picture      You're hangin' around the house with all your friends   Steady drinking smoking the green weed   And head is sort of blinking you're going with the flow   And everybody is getting plowed      The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud   You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'clock rolls around   So you piule inside the clunker start heading downtown   Only nineteen but you know where you can get it      So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting   By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead   You really can't remember who was the one that said   Let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck   He's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up      Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed   You try for conversation but you know you're acting strange   Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone   You just keep fiending 'til the fucking break of dawn      Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver   A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver   While I doze I suppose