we were walking into ambush
didn't know that we could die
from overall exposure to this level of pesticide
barely coherent enough to lie
about our relative ability to ask for a fucking ride
we've been drinking shots of whiskey
the greenest of chartreuse
we've been pounding down the absinthe til we're little to no use
in a dump where beings like us go to pass out before they puke
just gonna see how far i'll go before
this big dick goes and throws me out the door
at this point we're not even playing our own songs for any of you
and generally wasting all your time
but for some ridiculous reason you all find it appropriate to whine