Lyrics Bitter Drink - Jesse Dangerously , Mikal kHill
Gasoline
was
a
popular
drink
and
it
still
is
Trying
to
get
away,
I
was
a
child
at
the
age
of
4
Dad
with
a
rubber
hose,
me
nervous,
shaking
by
the
car
door
Tube
goes
in
the
gas
tank,
now
begins
the
cyphon
Spitting
fuel
out
of
his
mouth,
lost
ones
prone
to
taste
both
chemicals
and
Cyphers.
The
erratic
for
whole-lifers
Trying
to
avoid
becoming
the
sort
of
man
that
i
carry
this
pink
knife
for
Of
course,
running
on
no
sleep,
a
head
full
of
regrets
I
faced
a
couple
courtrooms
but
they
haven't
stopped
me
yet
If
it
wasn't
for
bad
luck?
I'd
be
just
as
uninspired
as
you
The
cornerstone
beneath
a
house
of
fucking
ill
repute
My
existence
is
defiance.
My
needle's
in
the
red
My
mode
is
self
reliance
but
so
much
of
me
is
dead.
This
is
how
the
cookie
crumbles.
This
is
how
the
state
decays
A
million
little
fumbles
lead
you
shambling
towards
the
grave
There
is
no
take
away
that
isn't
just
more
giving
But
our
options
are
quite
simply:
stop
breathing
or
keep
living.
Gasoline
was
a
popular
drink
and
it
still
is
The
bitter
taste
of
acrid
acrimony,
smoke
on
the
water,
fire
in
the
Belly
of
the
savage
beast
my
music
soothes;
it's
a
magic
flute.
It's
not
a
Warp
whistle.
it'll
have
to
do,
it'll
transport
you
to
the
Black
Lagoon
to
the
dark
side
of
the
moon
and
back,
feel
the
crack
of
the
plastic
Spoon
as
it
melts.
You
don't
have
to
be
wracked
with
doom
to
pack
this
Room,
but
it
helps!
Inanimate
afternoons
When
your
plan
of
attack
is
moot;
speaking
rabbits
and
rats
and
raccoons
with
Bad
attitudes
and
habits
and
habitudes.
Let
'em
Eat
cake
but
I'm
damned
if
they'll
have
it,
too,
when
I
Wheatpaste
my
pleas
and
entreaties
over
wack
graffiti
to
Form
a
formal
treatise
on
the
political
discourse
I
give
forth
like
Cicero
at
the
tomb
of
Archimedes.
While
our
Hearts
are
beating,
well-meaning
darling
little
boys
Don't
bother,
Sigmund
Freud,
I
mean
my
father
drinks
Laphroiag
like
it
was
Water.
We
all
have
been
destroyed
and
seek
our
solace
in
Sleep.
You've
got
two
options,
nod
off
or
keep
a
promise
to
me
Gasoline
was
a
popular
drink,
and
it
still
is
It
only
takes
one
child
to
raze
a
village
And
i
carry
that
kid
in
a
sling
til
its
late
thirties
Pour
out
my
bitter
drink
and
stay
thirsty
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