Speed Lab

John Vanderslice · Mass Suicide Occult Figurines

Speed lab, speed lab



On the edge of an artichoke farm



We work through harm



Tweaked and well paid



We forgave



What the chemicals did



To our hands, lungs and face



Clearly makring our fall from grace



Our fall form grace



Speed lab, speed lab



Sun sang through eucalyptus,



We sang along



Angela



I met her there,



Sweating out the San Francisco run



Every hotel on the five



Was our very own pleasure dive



Our own pleasure dive



Speed lab



Giveth and taketh away



The love, tender loving, money, money spending



Was before the fire, the DEA.



Those who survived the fire fled alone



I know that God hates alchemical work



I love him lonely, but in the end



What else to do but begin again



To do but begin again