i've got problems man

i want to ride a woman's bones

into the radiation of the sunset

leather reins hanging from her stubbly jaws

'cause i've got problems man. i want to shoot pistols into faces at point blank

reach into the sinus so they smell and then can taste

i want to run the weak down with the smoking grill of car

'cause i've got problems man

oh yeah. 'cause i've got problems man

oh yeah

i want to snap my legs and scrape along the boiling tar

i want to have wings burst out of the shells of my arms

i want to be a dancing puppet with sparkly meat. 'cause i've got problems man

oh oh. i want to ride a woman's bones

into the radiation of the sunset

leather reigns hanging from her stubbly jaws.