Dogs On Acid 5th Of July
In this corner, we have lost our minds
Product of the environment we cannot avoid
I've got nowhere to go, I've got no home
No place, no refuge from the decompose
Rotten... love
I'm sleeping on your couch, it's in my house
Yeah, so are you, I can hear you singing
Her brain is scattered
Like every case on the 5th of July
I'll perfect, if you don't
Come around like a casual asshole
And shove it down my throat
