Stuck Pig - Glassjaw

Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb,

In the city of Molotov,

In the province of gun,

In a whole off the highway

In the land of two suns.

Sometimes I get pissed

When

My blow goes like a quickie in the snow

But I’m sure I’ll go down inside.

I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long

On the feet of a dragon.

Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.

The seed of a bastard.

Some night’s the wind pipe’s covered in dope.

I pray it be covered in a rope.

Me, me, me.

Grief, grief, grief.

Beat the heat.

Grunt fuck.

Grin fuck.

Push her in the snow fuck.

The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.