Cold Drip, Home Brew

Curb side baristas shake hands with strangers

Pit bulls and artists cry from their debtors

And i see a million good souls are ageing

But i can't afford an iced latte to save me

Hand woven cigarettes are legal in Newtown

But burning some sourdough on the road's just not allowed

Aeroplanes and assholes soar over yonder

But the green guys ignore them for predators and Donda

Oh love of my life, I've searched for the plaudits

By pitiless disaster by the park, you know I can't afford it

And I could spend a gallon of loveless petunias

On hotels and bar stools and caring for numbness

Boys singing sick songs await purchase hours

But prices are soaring and Springsteen is boring

And the fuckers don't go outside

How much can ten dollars get me at the canteen?

A glass of muddy water then came from one place

All spaced out and swearing all over the golf course

You know the best thing about kids is they don't show up without force

Anxiously waiting for the greatest of comebacks

Like Dylan and Trotsky, we're chart-topping these hacks

If my brilliance is measured by places I've crowded

Then my water'll be clear and my loafs straight from Target

Oh love of my life, I've searched for the plaudits

By pitiless disaster by the park, you know I can't afford it

And I could spend a gallon of loveless petunias

On hotels and bar stools and caring for numbness

Boys singing sick songs await purchase hours

But prices are soaring and Springsteen is boring

And I can't wait to fall in

You know my brothers are calling

And the fuckers don't go outside

Music and Lyrics by Hayden Davis

Produced by 3k Short

Mastered by Kathy Naunton