Blister
Broken Bacchanalian blisters,
It's a long way back to the city,
Drunk on gin and valley heat,
And feeling fuckin' shitty,
Looking back to Shangri-La,
It's like a brothel on the border,
Steady hands can't take a shot,
Clean up this disorder
And the ocean seems so far away,
Got to get back to my... ,
Got to get back to my... ,
The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday,
Got to get back to my... ,
Got to get back to my...
I had a dream three nights in a row,
It might not mean a thing,
I felt my face in an empty space,
And pulled out all my teeth,
Stranded in a Fresno truckstop,
Paying for ice in a glass,
Rednecks here don't like my eyes or my face,
They'll kick my ass
And the ocean seems so far away,
Got to get back to my... ,
Got to get back to my... ,
The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday,
Got to get back to my... ,
Got to get back to my...