The Slug

Plastic visions
Caught your eyes
Downtown
Where it’s cold’n blue
Need a place to hide your mind

Or your brain’s gonna explode
Burn your eyes
Burn your soul
Cut off your head
Who takes you home ?
Got a reason to live
When you’re headless ?

Got a place to stay
When it’s nameless ?
Where’s the brain,
The hope, the name ?

Feel the pain and go insane
The attitude stinks

As well as the tone

You only live once
The story’s so old
The lazy slug
Talks a lot
Lives the nameless easy life
Crawling home

No alibi

No witness for the defense in sight

Life ain’t that dramatic
Old-school dogmatists
Waste their time
With plastic visions