I'm At Least Eight Things

Apocalypse Hoboken

Compositor: Apocalypse Hoboken

I'm your plastic Jesus
I'm your unpaid loan
I'm your bed sores
I'm your home away from home
I'm your tooth decay
I am small yet I am grown
I'm your nagging lover
I'm a piece of shit
Good God twas a badass time
Stop - take the El to another plane
Should God makes a badass rhyme
Stop - didn't want to have to make a change
Brie cheese and a runny nose
Stop - dead kid gonna take the blame
Lock lips on a dead end set
Stop - glued straight I'm a cracked up frame
We roll up our pavement sleeves
Black eyes and broken teeth
Stop - satellite dish in my brain
Drop kick at the wallet ball
Stop - no more gonna be the same
The biggest bully at the bus
Stop - gonna make you feel his pain
Lock lips on a dead end set
Stop - glued straight I'm a cracked machine
We roll up our pavement sleeves
I made my bed and then I left home for the race
Got tangled in her tongue and watched celebrities
We shot up bleach that night and swam into the sea
With holes so tight we pushed with might
And then she said to me