I'll go where secrets are sold Where roses unfold I'll sleep as time goes by
So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song Blood on my hands to stay strong The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong There is no right to heal the wrong Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die I can't throw up don't think i evan want to try
Oh I don't need an education Just a microphone's intoxication And I can't deal with concentration Give me tongues and stimulation
I cruise the canyon to get some breeze With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve I like the light and hate the heat But I'll lick the blood right off your street