lemon soda
WRITTEN BY: Jak Locke
VERSIONS:
Dustpan Ballads Of The Total Stoned Model Citizen (2001)
LYRICS
Late at night, walking by the yacht club suckin down lemon soda
Bionic strings in a smoked out java joint givin me what I need
Well there ain't no cushions in the booths
And there ain't no watch tellin the day
And there wasn't anybody walkin by me changin the clean ashtrays
Layin in the middle of the floor watchin trees grow
Listening to cars, cat hair in my eyes, blowin smoke in light fixtures
Hittin repeat on the CD player for the sixth time
Screamin just to hear something, cross-eyed staring at the walls
Burning porn flicks, drinking salt water and gagging just to hear something
Stomping mosquitoes on the walls, encephalitis cocktails
Crouching in women's clothing stores hoping I get tripped on