Gasoline Drinks

This gasoline makes on fine drink
All I need is trouble
Flicker in the sunlight’s dawn
They’ll find my dead body cold
I used to wither just like winter
And now all I am is useless
So now is the time
To say all I wished I could have said
But I can’t get my tongue out
And I can’t get my sword to work
I’ll just talk loads of bullshit anyhow
Your mother in torn garments
Like Jesus Christ denied
And blood in all her pockets
And you inside her eyes
Shut it down
Kill the lights
Shut it down
Let’s shut it down
Let’s kill the lights
Let’s shut it down
Let’s kill the lights