Angel Dust

Sink the eight ball
Buy the lady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies float up
From the bottom of the river
Like bubbles in fine champagne
He's the one, no doubt
Walkin' on a tightrope
He's the one, no doubt
Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow called danger
Hidin' in the sheets
And on the streets
In the heart of every stranger
Here he comes, look out
Teach the world a lesson
Here he comes, look out
Sweat on the brow
And a tap on the phone
And lives are on the line
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathin' by the roll of the dice
Reachin' up to the top
We're dependin' on you
Reachin' up to the top
"in regards to
My usage of the drug...
It modified my personality
To the extent that i was
Highly irritable"
"i was like a crack hitler"
Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye
Never give up
Ooh..ahh..
Look out

Return to my own vomit like a dog
Rhymes and giggles muffle the dialogue
Carve my initials in a tree, i will never leave
Maybe one day i'll be royalty
Kingdom
Kindergarten
Born late
Will i graduate?
Drinking fountains are shorter than they used to
The swings on the playground don't even fit me anymore
Folklore: nobody's supposed to believe in the next grade
Write it a hundred times
Kingdom
Kindergarten
Waiting
Bell's not ringing
Held back again
Everything got quiet suddenly; no dolby
And the theatre is empty
Film is flapping on the side of the projector
The reel is over
Banished with my sticky shoes and stinging eyes
I'm walking outside
Kingdom
Kindergarten
Born late
Will i graduate?
Held back again

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...............

I started this
It's all for me
What's yours is mine and mine is mine
That's plain to see
So give it up
I've got to have
I swalllow, i swalllow, i swalllow, i swalllow
Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e
What someone else
Would leave behind
And spit it out, let go to waste
I claim as mine
You're my flavour of the week
I swalllow, i swalllow, i swalllow, i swalllow
Tall and reckless
Ugly seed
Reach down my throat
You filthy bird
That's all i need
The empty pit
I've got to feed
To prove i'm fit
A healthy man
I've got to be
Malnutrition, my submission
You're the master and i take it on my knees
Ejaculation
Tribulation
I swalllow, i swalllow, i swalllow, i swalllow
Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e
Go, fight, go, fight, go, fight, go, fight, win

They will sum it all up in a sentence
A verdict made by those who know
I'm ready to make a commitment
I'm willing to make love to concrete
Smiles
Bruises
Smiles
Bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch
My time
Is spilt milk
My skin is a layer of soot
I'm spending my days scrubbing
I'm trying so hard to act like nothing happened (no one left to blame)
I'm trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell (no one left to blame)
Smiles
Bruises
Smiles
Bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch
My time
Is spilt milk
Cruel world sleeps above me
Mounting and teasing
I am what i've done
I am what i've done
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry

Drought makes the workers dream
Muscles and fields of green
Shovel the last few crumbs
Of generosity
Open hearts, open mind, open mouth, open vein
Drain
Someday the rains will come
My blistered hands tell me
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Bite
Bite
Bite
Cry
I'll keep coming back
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Squash me
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the charity
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the topsoil
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the fingernail
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Then small becomes all becomes all..........
Bite
Bite
Bite
Cry
It's not a mirage
It's not a mirage
Trickling downward, trickling downward
It's not a mirage
Drain
Drain
Bite
Bite
Bite
Cry
Smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller..........