One time we were taking a bath together a couple of years uh I mean decades ago and Snakes took a shit in the tub. Boy, did I pray!
We're half seas over and Shit Stain Steve stole Marina's wine while she was asleep. The gins long gone and so are we. Cheers to this bitter-sweet epiphany. It's always the same. Twenty years spent eating shit. Wake up ashamed, hating your guts, and somehow thinking that you deserve it all. Grab it by throat and then let it go. It doesn't mean that much to me anymore. It's not a curse. It's no worse than not knowing who the fuck you are. Oh yeah. And I know I'm a little piece of shit just like Snakes and Shit Stain Steve... Hah bad words are funny, mijo... And on the day my mother died, I played with a Jesus Christ action figure. Indoctrination doesn't need to wait. Wake up ashamed, hating my guts, and somehow thinking that I deserved it all. I remember the bathtub confessional when you were six and it made me sick because there was nothing I could do about it. But now we've lit one candle and then we used it to light the rest. We don't need to curse the darkness anymore. When I blow this planet there will be nothing left to do but stick my body on a boat and set it ablaze. Don't worry about me.
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