Firewater

[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