Crush The Camera

Hiding all the steps I take
And a voice is under me
Digging dirt for Santa Claus
Axl Rose in the camera
Hiding with the midnight mice
Licking up the the moonlight vice
It’s so hard to fantasize
Beating boredom with walnut eyes
Broken thumbs walking down the hall
Looking dumb never was too tough
And you’re still washed out
Murder on a sunset drive
Sing along to mack the wife
I laughed so hard I split my side
With pretty potions of hematite
Little men vacationing in style
A compuer runs shout
And you’re still washed out
Digging dirt for Santa Claus
Axl Rose in the camera
Yeah camera
Yeah camera