Cyanide Breath Mint

Definitely this is the wrong place to be There’s blood on the futon There’s a kid drinkin’ fire. Goin’ down to the sea They got people to meet Shakin’ hands with themselves                 -------->slide to Gflat Lookin’ out for themselves. When they ask you for credit Give them a branch. When they want you to get it Chew on the grass. I know I know    ’Cause they  told me to tell you There’s nothing to tell you There’s nothing to sell you. In the afternoon riding the scapegoat Burning equipment decomposing. Cool off your jets Take off your sweats I got a funny feeling They got plastic in the afterlife. When they want you to cry Leap into the sky. When they suck your mind Like a pigeon you fly. I know I know   It’s the positive people Running from their time Looking for some feeling.