XRay

Yesterday we rolled down the streets like rats There was smoke all around me But we looked pretty happy To damage this town one more time We're so fashionable, glittering eyes The jury suspect it's not art But we're like blind painters We puke on our paper I'm waiting to see what comes out Confusion is dripping so fast On those with the suits and the ties Soon they'll ask maybe Me and my lady We are the X-ray of life