Gentle Creatures
Everybody wants a shot in culture clash city.
Cut throats sell their souls to taste a little piece.
A rat race melting pot, boiling without pity.
The tinsel town fools the fools and brings them to their knees.
Japanese business man makes the market steal.
While the long haired hippie Deadhead on the corner makes a deal.
Small town girl with starry eyes, desperate for a break.
Vicious slick tongue vultures circling for the take.
Fortune, fame, hypnotize. Success is all that matters.
A game of chance, they r
Brain Drain
I feel no pain
The bottle is my ball and chain
Am I insane?
My breath smells like kerosene
Don't look at me
I'm a sight for sore eyes to see
I can't believe I'm a walking talking misery
Brain drain 190 grain
It's not the caine, not the mary jane
But the golden grain
Don't touch my bottle
You might drop it, break it, then I die
If life's worth living, why do I always cry the blues?
Don't you pray for me
I don't need your fucking sympathy
Just a little drink, it means about the same to me...yea
Brain drain 190 grain
Am I insane? Will I ever change?
Brain drain 190 grain
It's not the caine, not the mary jane
But the golden grain
I'm a redneck punk
Can't remember when I wasn't drunk
People say I stink
I don't care what they think
No colored whiskey
I don't need that rock and rye
Pass that 190
And I'll say bye-bye