P.J. Olsson - Visine lyrics

Got my Visine

Got my box

Got my wishes

Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy

To get me through this minute

TV star from my childhood

Come and screw me now

I am man enough for wooden benches

Seal this note with my juicer

Use the liquid from your womb

Season to taste

Romeo came with crystal

Said my house is clean except for this

And I held up my marijuana

If you think it's a crime

I'll take a piss

A piss on your grave

Had a dream 'bout Joseph Stalin

Was his son haulin' out of Moscow

On a jelly bean with wheels

There is one thing we have in common

It's the torture of growing old

You must stand there now

You must agree

The time is near now

We're children no more

No more

No more

No more

No more

The ozone like a clit

Dripping sunshine on my lips

Call me social disaster

There's still me comin' after

A piss on your grave

Got my Visine

Got my box

Got my wishes

Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy

To get me through this minute

My wishes

This minute

My wishes

This minute

My wishes

This minute