My beer as paid for by your dad
Arms are only swinging so gravity can prove its theory
My body is a vessel
For science's bar fight
We got shit to prove
His eyes are staring straight and wide like the Stanley Kubrick still
My hair is whipping, flickering red like flames
And my limbs move without my consent
Beer eases my blood stream and fuzzes up my head
Beat up vans stick to the floor
And everything reeks of Jack Daniels
But your sisters hips are in my hands
And I always thought I was the handful
