Oxy Music Songtext
"That's no way to find your soul
With your fingers down your pie hole"
Let's just say I'm looking for clues
Find a way to get my thrills
It's often my good fentanyl
Don't care how many rednecks it's killed
So happy when I've got my blues
I'm in the kitchen on a cruise
I'm cooking up a codeine ragu
With your fingers down your pie hole"
Let's just say I'm looking for clues
Find a way to get my thrills
It's often my good fentanyl
Don't care how many rednecks it's killed
So happy when I've got my blues
I'm in the kitchen on a cruise
I'm cooking up a codeine ragu
And I'm alive
I can put it down anytime
Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man on a mile a minute
How could I kick it? (Oh oh yeah)
When I'm still winning (Oh oh yeah)
I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it
I need a mirror and some lingerie
And get the fuck out of my way
I'm on the boil, raging in the kitchen's glare
Time drips like the sweat on me
With crusted lips and misery
And the curtains keep the smoke in my hair
Sliding into g strings, lines of lumpy white things
I'm the cheap date, I'm a mess in purple stockings
I think that perhaps I'm not feeling alright
And I'm alive
I can put it down anytime
Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man on a mile a minute
How could I kick it? (Oh oh yeah)
When I'm still winning (Oh oh yeah)
I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah)
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah)
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah)
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh
Yeah!
(?)
It is a pain, a pain the leaves me shattered
Man, I don't know, I don't know
Yeah!
And all the flumes of hate and panic rooms(?)
That hang onto your heart and bleed through you
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah!
[x6]
If you want some fun, my son
You only need one bullet in the gun
Only ever need one bullet my son
Let me tell you bout some fun, my son
No one ever gets that one and done
Your habit's gonna weigh a ton
If you want some fun, my son
You only need one bullet in the gun
Only ever need one bullet my son
I can put it down anytime
Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man on a mile a minute
How could I kick it? (Oh oh yeah)
When I'm still winning (Oh oh yeah)
I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it
I need a mirror and some lingerie
And get the fuck out of my way
I'm on the boil, raging in the kitchen's glare
Time drips like the sweat on me
With crusted lips and misery
And the curtains keep the smoke in my hair
Sliding into g strings, lines of lumpy white things
I'm the cheap date, I'm a mess in purple stockings
I think that perhaps I'm not feeling alright
And I'm alive
I can put it down anytime
Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man on a mile a minute
How could I kick it? (Oh oh yeah)
When I'm still winning (Oh oh yeah)
I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah)
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah)
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah)
I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh
Yeah!
(?)
It is a pain, a pain the leaves me shattered
Man, I don't know, I don't know
Yeah!
And all the flumes of hate and panic rooms(?)
That hang onto your heart and bleed through you
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah!
[x6]
If you want some fun, my son
You only need one bullet in the gun
Only ever need one bullet my son
Let me tell you bout some fun, my son
No one ever gets that one and done
Your habit's gonna weigh a ton
If you want some fun, my son
You only need one bullet in the gun
Only ever need one bullet my son
