From the recording No Rhyme
Lyrics
Yeah
I don't care
The weather's fair
I see your face now everywhere
Drop
Stop and stare
Blase's faire
Gone to fetch whatever's there
Take another minute
Take another, take a number instead
Maybe I'm the fucking winner
Maybe I'm just fucking with your head
Drag
Brothers dead
Tunnels red
Take your pills get back to bed
Yeah
I'm overfed
On sudafed
It's nothing but some canned regret
?
A beautiful blue now