Stuck Pig — Glassjaw

Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb, In the city of Molotov, In the province of gun, In a whole off the highway In the land of two suns.

Sometimes I get pissed When My blow goes like a quickie in the snow

But I'm sure I'll go down inside. I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long On the feet of a dragon. Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long. The seed of a bastard.

Some night's the wind pipe's covered in dope. I pray it be covered in a rope.

Me, me, me. Grief, grief, grief. Beat the heat.

Grunt fuck. Grin fuck. Push her in the snow fuck. The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.