you gotta have the right toolsfor every jobso I invite myself inthrough a hole in the fenceI am tripping through the junkyardscanning over the pilesthe thin cats raise their skin in defenseI know he’s watching meI can see him through the crackshis eyes are small and shy on my backhe says his name is jasonhe […]

I saw on the postermy name was printedjust a little bit smallerI can tell you need to standjust a little bit tallerno one ever talks about itbut no one can disguisethe cloud of competitionthat’s hanging behind their eyesthere’s more bad bloodin this bar than there is beerand it’s subtle but it still sucksand I want […]