Cold Drip, Home Brew Video (MV)

Curb side baristas shake hands with strangers
Pit bulls and artists cry from their debtors
And i see a million good souls are ageing
But i can't afford an iced latte to save me
Hand woven cigarettes are legal in Newtown
But burning some sourdough on the road's just not allowed
Aeroplanes and assholes soar over yonder
But the green guys ignore them for predators and Donda
Oh love of my life, I've searched for the plaudits
By pitiless disaster by the park, you know I can't afford it
And I could spend a gallon of loveless petunias
On hotels and bar stools and caring for numbness
Boys singing sick songs await purchase hours
But prices are soaring and Springsteen is boring
And the f*ckers don't go outside
How much can ten dollars get me at the canteen?
A glass of muddy water then came from one place
All spaced out and swearing all over the golf course
You know the best thing about kids is they don't show up without force
Anxiously waiting for the greatest of comebacks
Like Dylan and Trotsky, we're chart-topping these hacks
If my brilliance is measured by places I've crowded
Then my water'll be clear and my loafs straight from Target
Oh love of my life, I've searched for the plaudits
By pitiless disaster by the park, you know I can't afford it
And I could spend a gallon of loveless petunias
On hotels and bar stools and caring for numbness
Boys singing sick songs await purchase hours
But prices are soaring and Springsteen is boring
And I can't wait to fall in
You know my brothers are calling
And the f*ckers don't go outside