Contextual Analysis of "peroxide" in Lyrics

but you had your chance

it's burning

the girls a priest

sharp blow to the bridge of the nose

they headed southward from san francisco

they looked like golden brothers. they drove a datsun

but feeding no one

wound up with passion for nothing exactly

i lick my wounds for you

bubblin' up my thighs

from door to door

'cause you were never true

you'll walk the floor from dawn to dawn

i never was your woman

from door to door

'cause you were never true

but not the right style

see ya later

well

you can't say this babe's a square

well just awatch them sisters on a saturday night

i took a rose in texas

mohair sweater

i crossed the road towards her

I'm B-grade underweight out of place dehydrated

I've a confession to make and you're not gonna like it

till he started hanging out at the dew drop inn

then almost every morning he was late for work

kitchen floor and comatose

throwing up a piece of toast

the feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred

knucklehead niggas with the base in the trunk

grown ass kids who don't want to grow up

see a horror movie get petrified

smoke a spliff get red eye

standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair

that i would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?

had a powerful thirst and six months pay

i was flying high and feeling mean