311 - Firewater lyrics

Talkin shit like shut up and listen to me

Because cutting through the crap is my speciality

Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead

You're trying to figure out the last thing I said

I'm a redwood I love to be a tree yes I'm a druid

My words are flowing out like a fluid

Never give in never conform

I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form

Dead leaves on the trees in spring

Can't hear the birds sing

A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening

Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver

A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver

While I doze I suppose I could get lost

With a brownskin friend claiming kin to crazy horse

I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but

I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid

Fire water call it liquid rapture

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature

Fire water the world's a mixture

Of broken liquored people get the picture

Fire water call it liquid rapture

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature

Fire water the world's a mixture

Of broken liquored people get the picture

Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth

I'm rather liquored light flickers

I got the shakes and jitters

I roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin' the show

Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into

All alone except for the whiskey voices

Whores laught neon signs flash other choices

I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble

Slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble

Fire water call it liquid rapture

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature

Fire water the world's a mixture

Of broken liquored people get the picture

Fire water call it liquid rapture

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature

Fire water the world's a mixture

Of broken liquored people get the picture

You're hangin' around the house with all your friends

Steady drinking smoking the green weed

And head is sort of blinking

You're going with the flow

And everybody is getting plowed

The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud

You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'clock rolls around

So you piule inside the clunker start heading downtown

Only nineteen but you know where you can get it

So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting

By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead

You really can't remember who was the one that said

Let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck

He's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up

Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed

You try for conversation

But you know you're acting strange

Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone

You just keep fiending 'til the fucking break of dawn

Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver

A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver

While I doze I suppose