day one has just begun and i'm burnt, broken, dazed and num
beginnings feel more like ends
friends feel less and less like friends
shake off another dumb mistake
i'm stupider than you you can see it in my face
see it in my sloping brow and forehead?
I'm missing all the missives because i'm stone dead
we're fuck ups and perverts, we're dickweeds and drunks, drowning in rivers chained into trunks
this new work is awkward, i don't like the lines i hate all the people with pinpointed eyes

fuck what we say and all that we do I'm saving myself for something beautifully true

then we kick into the outer space rock wall, and fade out with some mexican radio commercials all in under one minute and eleven seconds
truly, rock is not dead
long live neilson and mcCooch!
see ya in the pit, punkers