Låttexter:
Black Lips

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids Product of no dad kids Kids like you and me Bad kids aint no college grad kids Livin life out on the skids Kids

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains We get along and their very boones decay Try to find what little else remain My heart still beating but

Oh lady when you come messin around When I was young I felt like a stage hound Mud on my boots blood on my hand Blood start drippin on the Ku Klux Klan

I fell in love with a little Indian girl And she stole my heart away She took me to a pow-wow way out on the plains And runs with bears, danced and brought

O Katrina why you gotta be mean You broke my heart way down in New Orleans I can't believe what i saw on the TV screen O Katrina why can't you be serene

space salvation allegation feel the sun's radiation death tolls forming under oceans Neptune's calling in slow motion in slow motion but you never get

say stop and think before you roll the dice, Bring that rabbit's foot along with you, Double up a four-leaf clover and a lucky horseshoe, Better avoid the black

Ran outta 'tude and my nose is a runny I like you lots, but you think that I'm a dummy. Can I pick you up with me and my buddies and chill? We're aimin

Hey old man, say, whatcha say Have ya got some information? I'm far away, just way out here And I need a destination I cannot find what I want With just