[Verse 1]
Talkin' shit like shut up and listen to me
Because cuttin' through the crap is my specialty
Like a bomb I'm dropping, yes, a ton of lead
You're trying to figure out the last thing I said
I'm a redwood, I love to be a tree, yes, I'm a druid
And my words are flowin' out like a fluid
Never give in, never conform
I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form
[Verse 2]
Dead leaves on the trees in spring, can't hear the birds sing
A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening
Vipers slither atop a colder ground, they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver
While I doze, I suppose I could get lost
With a brown-skin friend claiming kin to crazy horse
I stink of vino, my greasy clothes are rancid but
I tip the bottle back, the spirits are in me
[Chorus]
Firewater, call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater, the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
Firewater, call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater, the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
[Verse 3]
Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth
I'm rather liquored, light flickers, I got the shakes and jitters
I roll, I'm like raging bull, bumrushin' the show
Hand to my head, sway in the fire I've waded into
All alone except for the whiskey voices
Whores laugh, neon signs flash other choices
I stagger, stumble to toast the past while I mumble
Slur my song, slow porno show marquee words crumble
[Chorus]
Firewater, call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater, the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
Firewater, call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater, the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
[Verse 4]
You're hangin' around the house with all your friends
Steady drinking, smoking the green weed
And your head is sort of blinking, you're going with the flow
And everybody is getting ploughed
The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud
You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'clock rolls around
So you pile inside the clunker, start heading downtown
Only nineteen but you know where you can get it
So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting
By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead
You really can't remember who was the one that said
"Let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck"
"He's got a thirty dollar white powder, pick me up"
Ten minutes later, the whole vibe had changed
You try for conversation but you know you're acting strange
Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone
You just keep fiending 'til the fucking break of dawn
