Black Daze

Name the father, son and the fixer And to the warmth we all feel inside Strap it on and pour the elixir To the days we count as alive Concrete Jesus in a Hell of a fix He makes his living On a heavy-handed mix More, more, more, more Black daze, black daze, white haze Shoot me down adrenaline highway Black daze, black daze, white haze Shoot me up and count me alive Seem to pray whenever I need it Seem to sin whenever I want Strap it on, intending to bleed it An easy mark, so nonchalant Concrete Jesus got the law on his side He gets his kicks pissing on my pride Call in the fixer, call in the fixer More, more, more, more Black daze, black daze, white haze Shoot me down adrenaline highway Black daze, black daze, white haze Shoot me up and count me alive Amputated spirit, executed soul None but the shell of before Exterminated, feel it as it fills the hole Hear them screaming, they want more More, more, more, more More, more, more, more Black daze, black daze, white haze Shoot me down adrenaline highway Black daze, black daze, white haze Shoot me up and count me alive