Getting to the Bottom

I wonder how the old folks are at home

I wonder if it's hotter than the devil's dick on fire

In a wool sock that is soaked, I mean completely doused

In kerosene, set ablaze the way it's here right now

I wonder if my friends are fast asleep

Or are they off together somewhere stumblin' through the streets?

Makin' memories that will be forgotten with the moon

Leavin' them to wonder why their legs and arms are bruised

Do their livers scream for water? Are their brains about to swell

Through the soft part of their temple while they grind their teeth like hell?

Are they talking o'er each other? Leavin' neary a stone unturned

Getting to the bottom of an angst hard-fought to learn

I never wanna get that way again

Feelin' like my head's a house with a roommate movin' in

Who's insistently talkin', never slowing down

Possessed with evil urges, burn it to the ground

With a tongue twitch like a lizard and a grin just like a rat

Backed against a corner after pestering the cat

Preparing to be peeled open just as easy as dessert

Getting to the bottom of an angst hard-fought to learn

The pheromones of this city secrete a sand quick set

To call for it from the recessed of my mind, the fear of death

The thrill, my heart my thump so hard it breaks a joist or worse

Getting to the bottom of an angst hard-fought to learn

Getting to the bottom of an angst hard-fought to learn