My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart

A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

The only time I lost control Was when you threatened my househo… You made me choose the dreadful pa… So I created a blood bath

Nom noms and tom toms Are really what make me move There’s a gravy train straight to… When you skip your needle to that…

You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution

I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice