Beachmaster - A Song Not Even a Mother Could Love Lyrics

The world's tilted and I'm just waiting
For someone to come home or anything, or the world to explode
I could use a kick right now, you see, I'm feeling pretty low
I wanna snap all of these strings, I've got sick of all these chords
If only you could see me now, I'm in the prime of my life
Hairy and wasted almost every night
You know it's not the way of life to which I originally subscribed
It just kinda f*cking happened when I want along for the ride, yeah
Life's a rollercoaster, you're just waiting for the drop of some
Stranger's belt buckle in the dark down by the docks
Or in secret somewhere, just slipped under your tongue
I can feel it in your bones and all these wraps have come undone
It's gotten pretty hairy by the time the sun goes down
When the lunar eye is open, the inner beast is inside out
And it's all over now, baby blue

And these lights, I see through
Glazed eyes won't fade tonight
On the longest crawl back home
And this list is endless
It crippled us as we stumbled out through the door
To crawl back home

Dried and dusted bloody nose
Red and brown encrusted clothes
Corpse-side up on the floor
Dry heaving into a fish bowl, well I'm
Lightly coated in damp ash
Speckled yellow black moustache
Sits above the teeth that gnash
All night long until they crack to
Pink splinters sinking deep in gums
Chewed chalky-white disgusting sponge
Spit poison from this salty tongue
You'll feel better in the morning

And these lights, I see through
Glazed eyes won't fade tonight
On the longest crawl back home
Shut up a little bit while I reminisce
Taking drugs up scaffoldings
The best days are always firmly in the past

She's been drinking tonight (loose lips sink ships)
Sink a nail straight into my eyes
Has the cat got your tongue?
We're just having fun
My boy, I'm losing control
Don't tell me where to hide these bodies
I won't tell you where to dig them back up
Ready or not
My boy, I'm losing control
Don't tell me where to hide these bodies
I won't tell you where to dig them back up
We're shit outta luck