Raise The Dead

Hey yo and that's the reason people own pets Unconditional love can mean no stress I'm so stressed And I'm not perfect I admit that I'm not perfect I'm just really good at making these decisions that ain't worth it Stuck in a bloodshot purgatory You heard the story I stopped working for drugs when drugs stopped working for me That ain't a monkey on my back it's a gorilla pimp As long as I got family around me still a wimp I'm a decorated soldier in a subatomic culture Only read my horoscope when it's good (when it's good) My nephew is autistic But he's such a precious person that I wouldn't make him normal if I could Misunderstood Surround myself with good friends everyday I smoke grape From the first August morning to the the last snow flake I'm a product of time something divine I went and drank a whole entire bottle of wine and I was fine Lets go! (Chorus) I'm alive cuz there's nothing else to do I drank a little whisky and I realized all the pain is cuz of you I'm alive cuz of all the words you said I buried all the painful memories but you you you had to raise the dead You had to raise the dead x3 It's the reason people do drugs The energy they have is all used up I'm used up and I'm nervous I admit it fucking nervous And it has got me telling family my phone's been out of service(right) Watch my blue carcass as it floats Suck the venom out the puncture wound on my throat You better cut the cancer out my heart lover You're standing in the dark gutter dancing with the star fuckers I'm a decorated soldier in a porn crazy culture Only read my horoscope when it's good The weather is getting treacherous and colder Held the planet till the pressure of it left me with a separated shoulder where I stood I'm a blacksmith of the therapeutic track list Blood stained wine glasses Dilapidated wood The girl is someones daughter but if you ain't gonna love her Probably shouldn't bother even if you think you could (Chorus) Underneath my pores there's a man so gone Flatspot wheels like I can't roll on Rope burns hurt but God damn hold on Underneath my pores there's a man so gone Flatspot wheels like I can't roll on Rope burns hurt God damn hold on I'm gonna raise the dead Gonna raise the dead See I'm a decorated soldier in a subatomic culture Only read my horoscope when it's good (when it's good) My cousin is a lesbian but not a thing is wrong with her I want to make her happier But I don't think I could I hope for good news everyday is slow paced Let's have a BBQ and drinks tonight and stay at home base But if you're an alcoholic it's alright We're gonna toast a bottle full of Sprite to your quality of life (Chorus)