Central Control

I wasn't raised to believe in God but I know a good thing when I see it

Darling your skull has dimensions in light but downtown I think you really should hide it

I wanna rest my feet on your gravestone

I wanna sell you everything that I own

Drink a toast to the redheaded girls at central control

I'd be a killer if I wasn't raised right I'd be chasing people into the night

On a night like this I'd be truly hard-pressed to offer someone something like a cold drink

Drink my weight in blood

I wanna drink my weight in blood

Raise a glass to the redheaded girls at cеntral control

I realize Nixon lied to thе nation

But he withered under his own weight

Someday I'll carry a silver cane and the top will pull up off of it

Id like to buy some things for the limo

For the stench of chivas regal and puke the streets of Quito run to the Rio where the moon people come out with rifles

Stand up tall in a laser light scope

Tracking my shadow to a whorehouse on the corner

Inside it seems like women can't understand what I want

I wanna change my identity I too forget the tiny shit that was me

I wanna change my personality