FV - Redwinebeer lyrics

I'm in a threesome, red wine and bru
Pretty cool
Makes me know I'm an animal are you?
I've got scars on my brain
And some bleeding occured
Some freaking holes in my veins just from
Breathing this world In, looking around
Didn't see any truth
It may be blocked by the neons
Cannot see art all I'm seeing is shoes and
Jewels and other things
'Cause the marketing kings know the
Way to stop peons
Go shop peons, 3D TV, the lead brand
Win a trip to the Carribeans, so you can
Smoke in the sand, feel like a poetic man
Your life is boring and bland
So why not dream on?
Wasting your time - does it not seem wrong?
Watch a man smile
Guess what kind of crack he's on
Why is that homeless guy rambling on?
Why do my friends huff gasoline, huh?
Why do we eat pigs
But kittens we pamper and love?
Why do our leaders don't speak for us
Treat foreign lands with a bomb
We give them a second term
Like it wasn't a problem
Our fake enemies have pride
So we're happy to rob them of it
Our information in the Web's stomach
I'm waiting 'till it vomit's and I
Bet the fucking feds love it
I'm just trying to grasp the sense of it
To the inventors of beer, wine and weed
You got my thanks for it
They're in a threesome in
My lungs and stomach
My body will hate me tomorrow
But right now it's euphoric
And you're just waiting for the chorus to hit
You're 'bout to get horribly pissed
'cause it doesn't exist

Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer

I'm in a threesome
With my nemesis and his mistress
What the hell is my plan?
None of your business
Fuck the rich kids, I'm running with misfit's
Try to use my brain, the motherfucker's
Telling me it's his
I'm outta here, message received
The best medicine fed
With impressive technique
Strutting around like Socrates with
Lessons to teach
Why won't the city notice me?
I'm a cellophane creep
Heart beats while the melody's bleak
My mind is a poem, I'm an elegant freak
You know it
Roaming the streets, not known to preach
Pastors, psychics and priests
They are phony to me
My love story - what's it going to be?
I kneel before the drums like
Juliette at Romeo's feet
Asking myself what is my road and
Where's it going to lead
I want money, cash, fame
Though it's horribly cheap
But, as you know, Fate's a comedienne
Goddamn, why can't Fate be obedient?
Listen, Fate, please stop killing my friends
Life's a movie
Too bad you will never see it again

Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer