The Bandage On The Bloodclot

There was a bandage, it was on the blood clot
On the main character of the subplot
And for the taste, and the smell of grape shot
Don't you add anything and don't you stop

And towards the center of the street
We felt the heat, we felt the heat, we felt the heat, we fell asleep
And little kids, well, they were stealing loaves of bread
And candy canes and cigarettes

Let's build somе guilt, let's feel ashamed
Becomе the point, become the same
And I don't care, I don't care
I just want to sail the tallest ship through the greenest seas
And we'll kill, kill, kill your enemies

Everything I touch was covered in dust said the quaker to the faker
We'll shrivel up, the little kids all bought new guns
They're making raisins out of grapes
You're the freshest fruit of your spoiled fame
Become the point, become the same
And I don't care, I don't care
I just want to sail the tallest ship through the greenest seas
And we'll kill, kill, kill your enemies