Get You Some

Hide my head inside of any book

I fear the place I probably shouldn't look

Asserting in the filth it will be found

Bang your head

Is it annoying saying what you said again

Were effortlessly feeling numb

I could probably get you some

So tired of trying to get it

So tired that I don't even care

Feel wired but I can't even get up

Ill annihilate my career

Time tickin' I axe the day

Sleep in secret

Block the rays

Time tickin' I ask the day

What do I do to get me out the way?

You're just another number

Its bounces off like rubber

Mother fucker hey yeah hey yeah

Being rude might mean you're evil

There's a weasel in my pee hole

Feeble pee hole

They rippin' jobs apart

Face look like abstract art

Down the aisle we can file

Into the shredder

Its getting worse and better

At the same time plug me in the mainline