Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking hands with themselves Looking out for themselves When they ask you for credit Give them a branch When they want you to get it Chew on the grass I know I know 'cause they told me to tell you There's nothing to sell you In the afternoon Riding the scapegoat Burning equipment Decomposing Cool off your jets Take off your sweats I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife When they want you to cry Leap into the sky When they suck your mind Like a pigeon you'll fly I know I know It's the positive people Running from their time Looking for some feeling
One Foot in the Grave