[Intro]
It's June 8th, 1987
(cough)
Songs from the attic

[Verse 1]
Windy breeze, he sees those white house lights
Indigineous revolution, turnpike dykes, contusions, confusion
Colorful dilemmas
Tasty [?] for schmucks
Nailing down my luck for toy notions of 5 bucks
[?] chain, tambourine train
Away

[Verse 2]
Pinky [?] hoping for pay
Toxic waste, city hide witty life, chase
Pen, consent to detonate, sent to consummate the sex
Rape virgins if you must, whatever follows next
I'm a rock away from fiend
Three shots away from lush
A needle from the blue balloon, one high away from nuts
Pretty pain in white shining oceans, ride the wonderwall
Addict life has served me right, stand tall before the fall
[?] hide away his estate for them
But now my fate for more
Conspire in my hate for self, let my inhibitions crawl