Canto A La Salsa
The one to bestow upon you life and death
The one to poison you when you're down
Or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns
When your hands are sore
And to save you from everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?
A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything
Has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word
To suffer Martyrdom for the others
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