311 - Firewater lyrics

Talkin' shit like shut up and listen to me
Because cutting through the crap
Is my specialty
Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead
You're trying to figure out the
Last thing I said i'm a redwood I love to be
A tree yes I'm a druid
My words are flowing out like a fluid
Never give in never conform
I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form
Dead leaves on the trees in spring
Can't hear the birds sing
A light powdered snow on
The ground is glistening
Vipers slither atop a colder
Ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is
Falling and inside we shiver
While I doze I suppose I could get lost
With a brown skin friend claiming
Kin to crazy horse i stink of vino my greasy
Clothes are rancid but
I tip the bottle back the
Spirit's are in me kid
Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth
I'm rather liquored light flickers
I got the shakes and jitters
I roll I'm like raging
Bull bumrushin' the show
Hand to my head sway in
The fire I've waded into
All alone except for the whiskey voices
Whores laugh, neon signs flash other choices
I stagger stumble to toast the
Past while I mumble slur my song slow porno
Show marquee words crumble
Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
You're hangin' around the house
With all your friends
Steady drinking smoking the green weed
And head is sort of blinking
You're going with the flow
And everybody is getting plowed
The voices and the music and
The noise is getting loud
You got a heavy buzz on
When seven o'clock rolls around
So you piule inside the
Clunker start heading downtown
Only nineteen but you know where
You can get it so you slide inside the bar
And everything is hitting
By about eleven o'clock your
Brain is near dead
You really can't remember who was
The one that said
Let's go into the bathroom and
Meet this guy Chuck
He's got a thirty dollar white
Powder pick me up
Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed
You try for conversation but you
Know you're acting strange
Your eyes are wide open but
Your smile is gone
You just keep fiending 'til the
Fucking break of dawn
Vipers slither atop a colder
Ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is
Falling and inside we shiver
While I doze I suppose