Lyrics

Hanging out with locals Q's just like Bourdain Bought the drugs right through the chain link fence Found a new kind of blowhole Instantaneous brain death Just like turning off a tv set A barrel of culls can still make a good batch But just like a bored kid picking at scabs It's useless as a vacuum in the desert This hallway is getting narrower This hallway is getting narrower and narrower and narrower I'm not supposed to be here I'm just showing up every day like Cal Ripken, Jr