Testo di One Last Lunge Of The Big Time Washed Up Player

So full of shit I need another hit Tattered and torn Looseleaf paraded storm Blinded by the sound of silence Someone save me, someone take me home So full of shit I need another hit Callous and cold Murderous aging bones Blinded by the sound of silence Cartwheel kings and liquid violence Service to the hands of shallow Marching as I rape and rebel Shift me with the interstate I won't retreat, I won't delay I'm carving out the sick within So I can live, So I can live again