The Alcoholik Lyrics
Shed your resource and keep it down, trashedDon't make it right, don't move it inPut it in the mouth, and swollowed wholeSmashed(It makes all the sense to me, and could it make all the sense to you? Letit ride)Because there ain't no winning in this one rightI try to facilitate, whine in restorationBlewnBlow through the prime of lifeNumb all the senses downProject your fear of heightsOnto untravelled groundFry and hallucinate, pry and investigateBlow through the prime of lifeNumb all the senses downProject your fear of heightsOnto untravelled groundPitfalls of grief, on all that displayed for the groundoutProphetically speaking the wilted unformulated
Superjoint Ritual The Alcoholik
