Derelict
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed
somethin's wrong cause my mind is fading,
and everywhere I look
High 5!
High 5!
High 5!
High 5!
[sample]: C'mon on! 8! Everybody!
C'mon!
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwashed song
Like
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends
AHHRRRRHHHH!!!
you only got one finger left,
and it's pointing at the
The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the
Keep on truckin like a novacane hurricane
Blowin static on the
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low
I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline
'Cause
She's got a cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look