The Taxpayers - A Variant of Mescaline lyrics

[The Taxpayers - A Variant of Mescaline lyrics]

What a face lips on fire
Contusions at it's throat
What a man spitting out words
In a venomous tone

Stick him in an unmarked holding tank
Pay the rail fare, take the subway home

What a look leather in drag
Anachronistic common-minded punk
Belonging to a place that existed once
But ceases to exist here anymore
Stick him in a library with books
Pressin up against his skin
Pay the rail fare, take the subway home

We were on a variant of mescaline
Runnin down the highway
Hellhounds on our tails
Explosions, confusion
Cops in passing cop cars


Run him up without bail

You will not become anybody else
You will arise you will

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