Friday, April 27, 2012

$4 VIC (LYRICS)


still in brooklyn,lullabies chime crooked, for the harrowed and the shook-en, back to dose me, back to hold the high closely, for the sparrows and the butchers, see the blood moon hunters moon hear the howling, for the habit and the hammered and the cowering, in the magic with the haunted and the doubted, there are ghosts here there's a presence there's a power, for the tightrope over tank with the piranhas, for the frazzled its a moment its a promise, to be broke down to be lowdown to be honest, another showdown with the woozy and the conscious, for the aggy with the baggy with the bottle, with a smile with a sip with a swallow, and don't you ever try to say that you're not one of us my love, we are the touched we are entrusted with the same tomorrow


(till i get there) im still livin like a four dollar vick (jumping off the world)
(till i get there)  a lotta trouble four a little bit of win (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) in the gasoline and sulfur in the sin (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) you cannot throw me in the briar patch bitch that is where i live (jumping off the world)


and this goes out to the..
to the maniacs, and aristocrats grifters, to the zealots and the monarchs,
what up brainiacs, compulsively acidic rainiacs, repulsively predictable painiacs.
to the liars, for the devils night fires,  same to you too town cryer, top O' the morning morbid, quite a day we're having gorgeous, salutations unimportant, hello uninspired,
i thought i'd drop on by and wish you all the luck desired, i wish you all the souls your little mouth can tuck inside
 you'll always be that special part of me that loves to dine on grinning void so flirty touches dizzy lust i must imbibe
and what a team we made theres nothing we cant justify but, i am the son disgust entrusted with the undefined, and i can no longer contain whats under my disguise,
i've always had the cancer for the cure thats what the fuck am i,

(till i get there) im still livin like a four dollar vick (jumping off the world)
(till i get there)  a lotta trouble four a little bit of win (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) in the gasoline and sulfur in the sin (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) you cannot throw me in the briar patch bitch that is where i live (jumping off the world)