bandsticker collage

kill your idols
cuz they're worthless
here at the casino royale
you know its a one way road
as yer just cultivating your own grave
last week
we were shooting casanovacaine
to each his own, i guess
and then Sheila, the divine
out of no where
its a mighty purple soul sauce
they're serving at the lawn bar
with a holy backhand
into the big sky
with clever hands
we were bloodshot
all at random
with the symptoms