Cottonwood Firing Squad
the ocean that ate new york
Let stains speak their verbal puke
Tongues will grow from the garbage chutes and
They'll dispense expensive furs to cover flesh fused to monitors
Erect your billboards with slanderous takes or place an ad in the yellow pages
It all comes back to you
You'll wait in the band merch cue to buy place mats for maggot food and
The front row collection plate will gather spit from the scum on stage
You'll main line the boy band piss and write it off as coincidence
When it all comеs back to you