Brickhead

Jet-black lipstick on a brick head

With crying hands

Spits, then demands

Oh, kill me

Quick-tongued viper

Bleeding from her fangs, says

Best know your place

Or you’re on the next train

Take another step

Out of the darkness

Don’t you know hysteria

Won’t cure blindness?

You’re no fun

Don’t you demonize

So caught up in cloudy frustration

Missin' the sunshine

Ears full of hot dirt and disdain

It’s no wonder he can’t hear those he blames

It faced with the facts, it could decimate a pack

I’d tiptoe, friend

Or be eaten alive

Take another step

Out of the darkness

Can you feel the snow is finally melting?

You’re no fun

Don’t you demonize

So caught up in cloudy frustration

Missin' the sunshine

If I'm a disease

Can you cure me?

Oh kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

Oh, fuck me

All you brick heads and viper vixens

All you brick heads and viper vixens

Come at me

Come at me

Come at me