Second Strand

[Verse 1]
Barring any hangups
I'm gonna seize the rapture
Broken thumb on the hurt button
I am twixt beyond first thought

[Chorus]
A lot of strife is second strand
Just bong loading the wrong parts
Spill me into spit shine
Cackling in the nose bleeds

[Verse 2]
And if you see the fucker who stole my mail
Tell them the debt doesn't absolve
At best one inherits magic
And pivots to a peep show
A lot of wives leave lipstick
On the end of Virginia slims
Making up the markings
Of Christian sex in daydreams

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 3]
Kept up on bulk elastic
I'm squeezed in with the salesmen
Pitched in my best shoes
I walked out with a bad limp
Grey scalp filled fantastic
I dipped into a strange brew
Cut loose while tiered off
I'm grouped in with the wrong crew

[Verse 4]
And if you’re lucky you'll see shells of trails
The bare bones of a bootleg trip
At least sons of bland habits
Downgrade to a day job
A lot of dives don't kill me
I can breathe in the undertow
Sweating out the spirit
Of static in the old shows