CRYYYYYYYIIIIIN

fell asleep late, neon buzz, P.T.S. stress we do drugs,
city air strange, sticky lungs,
mayor doomburg gives no funds and i am cryyyyyyyyiiiiin

call out with a fiendish ring, broken into to smithereens,
everythings exactly how it seems and it would seem that i am cryyyyyyyyiiiiiiin



hangar 18 rolled through to joes studio yesterday and added their special brand of painfully off key back up singing to the new jam i just did called smithereen. we then went and got chicken wings. then we drank. then alaska and wind decided to go home. so we drank more. then they said ok we gotta go man. so we went to another bar. then another. then i forgot the pin number to my new atm card so i went home.