Cigarettes and Applesauce

Duration

2:55

Genres

Indie Rock

Lyrics

full of discontent these four walls made of glass made of cattle made of crass ego dick ego shit manic limp dick tired wit falling bits of lunatics like a fucking pyramid built to hold the dead cover me in blankets made of th redest rose cover me in solitude and barbie doll poses just fuck the night so blind so blind you cant even see th light in front of your eyes Im taking this rotted cyanide crucified life and turning it to gold tonight