Chew the Gun

Stomp in the night
The whole of the new
Feel in my soul
The hole

Starve on the gulf
I can’t burn my clothes
Not feeling the time at all
To meet my goal
I walk through the gutter
To give you all
My soul kingdom
Or my sulking gun
You’re my sulking gun
My only fun

Wake me from out
The hell of fumes
Run a couple tubes
Through my nose