John Frusciante
Glosa Picaresca Wou Mên
[Verse]
Drew the line, to the lung
Drew the line, waiting again
Forever it is, wherever I am
Blood is drawn, through the line
Tripped on the lung, light on the touch
They come to me, left again
Under the knife, come to the line
It's all a disease
Stem by stem, leaf by leaf
It's all a disease in the way
Stem by stem, leaf by leaf
No return, sing the song
We live to be wrong, we live to be wrong
We live to be wrong, we live to be wrong

[Outro]
It's all a disease in the devil, wanted it all
He looks up to me
Sharpen the knife, reading the line
Drill the path to the devil, drill the path to the devil
Drill the path to the devil