Blister

Broken Bacchanalian blisters
It's a long way back to the city
Drunk on gin and valley heat
And feeling fuckin' shitty
Looking back to Shangri-La
It's like a brothel on the border
Steady hands can't take a shot
Clean up this disorder

And the ocean seems so far away
Got to get back to my...,
Got to get back to my...,
The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday
Got to get back to my...,
Got to get back to my...

I had a dream three nights in a row
It might not mean a thing
I felt my face in an empty space
And pulled out all my teeth
Stranded in a Fresno truckstop
Paying for ice in a glass
Rednecks here don't like my eyes or my face
They'll kick my ass

And the ocean seems so far away
Got to get back to my...,
Got to get back to my...,
The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday
Got to get back to my...,
Got to get back to my...