Testo di Honey I Shit the Hot Tub

Watch the clouds form outside my window I light another as the city goes grey Face the whirlwind with a polite smile Resist the motion of sef righteous crusades Some of the others live for deprivation It's not something that I could ever do I get my kicks from complete annihilation A brown paper bottle to kill yesterday's news The right sight but the wrong kind of vision A grain of salt could do us all a little good Just when the world seems so understanding It knocks you over with a silent left hook I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before You can show me your restrictions While I'm showing you the door