chem bath

Set your sour sails to peach street where you broke the law Mr. Catatonic chemical festers on But your heads too strong You found god but could never let him go Her chemicals bleed from the sky You slide on Your chemical fantasy You're dried up You're fortified count to three Seminal decorations smeared on the wall Jelly filled coffins in March can you attend the call But your heads too strong You found god but could never let her go Her chemicals You slide on, your chemical fantasy You're dried up, you'rе fortified count to three You slide on, your chemical catastrophе You're dried up, you're forty five count to three [Guitar solo] You slide on, your chemical fantasy You're dried up, you're fortified count to three [Guitar solo]