Red Diesel

Here is the moral escape
In the middle of a clever handshake
To talk about brandy drinks
To feel so very safe
I am a tweak icon
For the long-dead idiots
Twenty-twenty, I put in
In separate parts
We're smelling
We're smelling

Have you seen your dog?
He's a leather-lacer absolve
It was under my seat
The black feet, who knew you showed?
It was an injection, no
The two red eyes, some balls

Prizeless moment
Nothing to tease a black friend
And there's a hole in my head
Probably for all you to see
For the love of Christ
Got to pass me some more
Like that I need a check
Do I believe in a low-blow?
Like very decent you like

I sometimes sympathize myself
Like the state I'm meant to live
And look out of my window
Someone's hand prints on my mirror's back door
That always makes me smile
That artist's got some style
Think I'll sit here for a while