Whiskey Dick

Cold grey is the cement where I lay watching the pig

in his uniform take a slug from his coffee He bought

with the money that he earns watching making sure that

you and I stay on cold grey cement



So serene the inner being stares back at me my eyes

forced open the set the sounds the fucking knobs it

floods it fills it floods it fills oceans of plain

brains washed with bullshit media hatred toward people

who stray away refusing to be sedated



Your freedom relies on this fight to exist You buy

you buy the price to me is nothing



Guilty am I, I sigh with a smile Of nothing more than

being broke A crime with the punishment of a lifetime

of you can't and the eternal denial of my freedom



So serene the inner being stares back at me my eyes

forced open the set the sounds the fucking knobs it

floods it fills it floods it fills oceans of plain

brains washed with bullshit media hatred toward people

who stray away refusing to be sedated



Your freedom relies on this fight to exist You buy

you buy the price to me is nothing



Cold grey is the cement where I lay watching the pig

in his uniform take a slug from his coffee He bought

with the money that he earns watching making sure that

you and I stay on cold grey cement



So serene the inner being stares back at me my eyes

forced open the set the sounds the fucking knobs it

floods it fills it floods it fills oceans of plain

brains washed with bullshit media hatred toward people

who stray away refusing to be sedated



Your freedom relies on this fight to exist You buy

you buy the price to me is nothing