BLOOD CREEPIN'
Pass that shit | Hold on man park the car | I have no idea where we are | Think we may have drove too far | Yeah I can see they're right behind us | But there's nothing we can do | We can't get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool ...ooh | They’re on to us but don’t look now | They think they’re bout to take us down | Fuck that I’m not going out | At the next corner turn left | It's time to handle this | I know where to go don’t trip | Have no time for that pussy shit | In a minute it’ll all be finished | What you don’t think I speak the truth? | You think I could just be sitting here | Listening to Sonic Youth? | Anyway when they try to ride | On you thinking I'm gone | I'll creep up on them from behind | And break them off one by one | And in the time it takes you to blink your eyes | Shit'll already be done | But just in case anything goes wrong | Keep your right hand on your ...ooh | So when they step up out the car | Yeah I know this sounds bizarre | But now I remember where we are | Do what I say and you'll be fine ...ooh | To the left of the off ramp, in the shade | Under the highway, digging graves | Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' | Steady creepin', blood creepin' | Shake the bottle, whats it hold | How many have I already sold? | Hope not too much, 'cuz I feel insane | Need more than one to numb the pain | Slithering through my brain | Thoughts stuck on that train | Off the track and up in flames | Fuck it I’ll swallow these blue ones | Yeah and maybe this big one and I may as well take a few more with me | Just in case I get some ...ooh | Never know if they're gonna want some | Oh you want one? | Yeah no problem | Got that covered tramp, I brought 'em ...ooh | How it creeps up on me so slowly | I don’t notice my eyes rolling | To the back of my head and falling | Shit, somebody's calling | Can't answer the phone | Call them back when I'm 'bout to leave | Can't think straight man I'm so fucking blown ...ooh | So when they step up out the car | Yeah I know this sounds bizarre | But now I remember where we are | Do what I say and you'll be fine ...ooh | To the left of the off ramp, in the shade | Under the highway, digging graves | Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' | Steady creepin', blood creepin' | Down the alleys in the middle of the night | I'm trashed, so high its hard to ride my bike | Might crash, whenever I'm this fucked up | Drunken monkey through the cuts | Who gives a fuck? | So when they step up out the car | Yeah I know this sounds bizarre | But now I remember where we are | Do what I say and you'll be fine ...ooh | To the left of the off ramp, in the shade | Under the highway, digging graves | Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' | Steady creepin', blood creepin'