Psychoreal

«she's clenching her breasts to make 'em look bigger
but i don’t care i’m happy just to be here
inside her confiding biding our time
with one eye on the future
and the other on that thing that she’s doin
we’ve only just begun and me left-handed
you fresh off the farm smelling of buttercups and ancient lace
lets bop till we drop then drag ourselves to denny’s for the midnight menu
we’ve only just begun this vegetarian pact
this life without cigarettes
maybe tonight we’ll smoke the pavement for old times sake
maybe tomorrow i’ll get a job»
you can be my god
psychoreality
i am the undecided one
are you the force that you deny?
melting under the boiling sun
you can be my god
psychoreality
are you the freak who’s life was missed
watching the crispy bacon test
dig down in everyone’s lie you are
you can be my god
psychoreality