Lyrics

Acting like I don't know Where lost media lives Fill a casket Jpegs and a tiff Forty thousand photos Thirty thousand vids Brain is a vulture My soul is a pig Wait 3 days then I'm back on the binge Will like a finger bent by the hinge Wait three days then I'm back on the binge My whole life a laugh put the jester in a clinch My wife and the goblin They've been in the changing room Green skinny legs lifting up and they're spelling doom My son and the mailman They've been trying to kill me Bomb in the shoe put the logs on the railway Preacher and the vampire kissing the booth Blood filling up putting stains in the roof Eyes full of crust wake up in the afternoon But I see the world through the back of a spoon Acting like I don't know Where lost media lives Fill a casket Jpegs and a tiff Forty thousand photos Thirty thousand vids Brain is a vulture My soul is a pig Wait 3 days then I'm back on the binge Will like a finger bent by the hinge Wait three days then I'm back on the binge My whole life a laugh put the jester in a clinch (Damn that goblins handsome) All your Life spent Waiting for what will not All your Life spent Waiting for what will not Come Come Waiting for what will not