One day they’re gonna get it. They’re gonna read it. They’re gonna read it again. Bradford said, they’re gonna get it. They’re gonna read it. They’re gonna read until they understand. They should use a long wavelength with more signal to help it get on through. Yeah, that’ll help’em get it, and then they’ll read it, and then they’ll read it again. One day they’re gonna get it, they’re gonna read it, and then they’ll read it again. Brad said, they’re gonna get it. They’re gonna read it. They’re gonna read until they understand. And with more transmitters with more signals to help it cut on through. Yeah, that’ll help’em get it, and then they’ll read it, and then they’ll read it again. Don’t call me Brad, he said, that rank is Colonel. I’ve earned a PhD. That makes me Sir to you. Dr. Parkinson if you’re nasty. Encode those waves and when they get it they’re gonna read it. The Colonel said they’re gonna get it. They’re gonna read it and then they’ll read it again. The receivers gonna get it, they’re gonna read it, and then they’ll read it again. Colonel said, they’re gonna get it. They’re gonna read it. They’re gonna read until they understand. And with more transmitters with more signals to it’s sure to cut on through. Yeah, that’ll help’em get it, and then they’ll read it, and then they’ll read it again.

Let’s forget about the cocaine. Let’s forget all the trysts. We can reconcile all of our problems, pretend that they don’t exist. We can’t blame the victim but we can blame the snitch. Facts are just an interpretation, ain’t that a son of a bitch? Just like Vietnam or the Son of Sam I just don’t give a damn. Just like Vietnam or the neutron bomb I just don’t give a fuck. Disregard all of your photographs. Your evidence is shit. That shit is obviously photo shopped. That decade didn’t exist. Hand out rewards as punishment. More gifts for the rich. Facts are just an interpretation, ain’t that a son of a bitch? Just like Vietnam or the Son of Sam I just don’t give a damn. Just like Vietnam or the neutron bomb I just don’t give a fuck. Just like Vietnam or the Son of Sam I just don’t give a damn. Just like Vietnam or the neutron bomb I just don’t give a fuck. Just like Vietnam or the Son of Sam I just don’t give a damn. Just like Vietnam or the neutron bomb I just don’t give a fuck. Let’s forget about the cocaine. Let’s forget all the trysts. We can reconcile all of our problems, pretend that they don’t exist. We can’t blame the victim but we can blame the snitch. Facts are just an interpretation, ain’t that a son of a bitch? Just like Vietnam or the Son of Sam I just don’t give a damn. Just like Vietnam or the neutron bomb I just don’t give a fuck.

She used the blood of angels to lubricate her machine. She’s an XKSS. She makes me feel like Steve McQueen. She’s a Jaguar. I’d gladly slip behind that asbestos mask just to slide inside her, just to take her for a ride. She’s a Jaguar. If your pussy don’t kill me mesothelioma will. If your pussy don’t kill me mesothelioma will. If your pussy don’t kill me mesothelioma will. If your pussy don’t kill me mesothelioma will.

Traded Mama’s Les Paul Special for a bottle of wine. But, it was really good wine. They put that shit in a box. And, those Les Paul models was cheap. They never stayed in tune. IT WAS AN EPIPHONE! It kept me drunk all week, at least it felt that way. I stayed drunk all week. There’s your daddy there on the side of the road. On the side of the Turnpike assuming the position. Not practicing his rights, should remain silent. But, he don’t know what that means. He caused a hit and run on a run on sentence. He left the States never to be scene again. I stayed drunk all week. Fishing for wallets at the crime scene with the kids of the leather set. Too much hand and not enough glove and a fistful of money and nowhere to go. We will stay up all night on ten bucks worth of shit. Spending my money to make my credit cards fit. It’s the bottom end of the upper hand coming down quick to drive us into the sand. Let’s catch up with the crime scene with the kids of the leather set. Too much glove, but not much hand. Standing there fucked with my dick in the sand. We will be up all night on ten bucks worth of shit. Not many years ‘til the electrical sit. The kids of the leather set. We’re the kids of the leather set.

Ran out of expletives to throw. We let diseases take control. We scraped the resin from the bowl. We sold our souls for rock and roll. You'd think that we'd have more to show. But, we don't. No, we don't. But, we don't. No, we don't. We could just let it be the same. Just snort more pills and masturbate then hang ourselves in the garage. But, we don't. No, we don't. But, we don't. No, we don't. We could pretend we're someone new. Use all our lies to build a truth. Use folks with conscience like they're fools. But, we don't. No, we don't. But, we don't. No, we don't.

The emergency warning systems failed to predict the inevitable doom. It crept in softly. It looked so cute. Invitingly fluffy, but the danger was huge. It bored a hole right through our hearts while it kept our eyes occupied, our brains impeded, our morals askew. Pink and warn and soft to the touch. Moist and distracting, the inevitable doom. It smelled so nice. Its skin was smooth. Its voice was soothing. It wore expensive shoes. It wriggled its way right through our hearts while it kept our minds occupied, our brains impeded, and our morals askew. The emergency warning systems failed to predict the inevitable doom.

Larissa, please move in close to me. I want your eyes to be the last thing I see before I pass away. Larissa, I wanna remember those eyes on the other side so I remember how much you hurt me, that you always lie, that I should keep away because you’ll follow me through time. Larissa, stay away from me. Larissa, stay away from me.