Tougher Than Rusty Nails- Hiding under the Business Section
Do you mind if I smoke?
Well, I don't really give a shit; I was just asking
Well there were crazy times and desperate times but if you only knew what it felt like to find the highest spiritual, sexual, secure, the most amazing feeling ... in an instant ... a step into the heart of God and taking a trip in his blood stream is what it feels like and coming out as the martyr son without the ability to walk on water but the feeling of splintered wood in your flesh as they nail you to a label and drive the stake deeper into a reality you wish you never knew kiddo
But you see it in the streets and it's that guy you can't stand and no matter how bad you try to avoid the asshole he'll follow you, call out your name, and find some way to just waste your god damn time
So what am I doing here?
Ha, it's obvious isn't it?
The natural process of stepping through time barefoot, laying naked in the rusty nail factory
Look at this ... you think I like this?
That's a stupid question to ask so how about you fuck off for now if you're through wasting my damn time
Yeah, good question, "Where is everyone?"
You think they came looking for me ... seeking me ... seeking ME out, trying to get ME help?
Fuck no and I don't want them coming for me now
Two years and I'm just someone who didn't exist
It isn't my fault, it's their fault. They let me slip through they're fingers and now mine are yellow from these cigarettes
Yeah sometimes it's cold out here but it doesn't even compare to meat freezers inside those assholes' chests
I hate those jerks that toss me bent Canadian quarters
Sure I tried to get out and get my shit together but the system doesn't have a place for me anymore. I feel like an ugly gift you get for your birthday. You know the kind that you just can't fit in your apartment and clashes with the whole look of it, so you leave it out on the sidewalk hoping someone will pick up and take it of your eyesight.
Sure it's one-way system but the road has curves and there's no emergency lane
It is getting harder to score now but sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to get the only thing that seems to make you a little more tolerable to me and ...
And I know I'm closer to god when I do my math and pick out a vein and he hugs like a mother's womb
Sometimes I wander the streets and I'll follow the man I call the Disciple because I know he always has the good word and working for your place in heaven, maybe a dirty deed at times but it takes a few trips through hell before your feet are washed and strolling through the gate
I'd kill to gain it all back, maybe not even all, just what I need. You never know how much of a luxury everything is until it is gone. Soap, shampoo, showering, shaving, being able to brush your teeth, a nice comfortable couch to sit on, soft bed with soft blankets, warm food, fresh food, comfortable nice clean clothes, privacy, and people like yourself to talk to.
Disease is only something you can succumb to by acknowledging the thing that can destroy more than just you
Well, I don't really give a shit; I was just asking
Well there were crazy times and desperate times but if you only knew what it felt like to find the highest spiritual, sexual, secure, the most amazing feeling ... in an instant ... a step into the heart of God and taking a trip in his blood stream is what it feels like and coming out as the martyr son without the ability to walk on water but the feeling of splintered wood in your flesh as they nail you to a label and drive the stake deeper into a reality you wish you never knew kiddo
But you see it in the streets and it's that guy you can't stand and no matter how bad you try to avoid the asshole he'll follow you, call out your name, and find some way to just waste your god damn time
So what am I doing here?
Ha, it's obvious isn't it?
The natural process of stepping through time barefoot, laying naked in the rusty nail factory
Look at this ... you think I like this?
That's a stupid question to ask so how about you fuck off for now if you're through wasting my damn time
Yeah, good question, "Where is everyone?"
You think they came looking for me ... seeking me ... seeking ME out, trying to get ME help?
Fuck no and I don't want them coming for me now
Two years and I'm just someone who didn't exist
It isn't my fault, it's their fault. They let me slip through they're fingers and now mine are yellow from these cigarettes
Yeah sometimes it's cold out here but it doesn't even compare to meat freezers inside those assholes' chests
I hate those jerks that toss me bent Canadian quarters
Sure I tried to get out and get my shit together but the system doesn't have a place for me anymore. I feel like an ugly gift you get for your birthday. You know the kind that you just can't fit in your apartment and clashes with the whole look of it, so you leave it out on the sidewalk hoping someone will pick up and take it of your eyesight.
Sure it's one-way system but the road has curves and there's no emergency lane
It is getting harder to score now but sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to get the only thing that seems to make you a little more tolerable to me and ...
And I know I'm closer to god when I do my math and pick out a vein and he hugs like a mother's womb
Sometimes I wander the streets and I'll follow the man I call the Disciple because I know he always has the good word and working for your place in heaven, maybe a dirty deed at times but it takes a few trips through hell before your feet are washed and strolling through the gate
I'd kill to gain it all back, maybe not even all, just what I need. You never know how much of a luxury everything is until it is gone. Soap, shampoo, showering, shaving, being able to brush your teeth, a nice comfortable couch to sit on, soft bed with soft blankets, warm food, fresh food, comfortable nice clean clothes, privacy, and people like yourself to talk to.
Disease is only something you can succumb to by acknowledging the thing that can destroy more than just you
