Rock Candy Brains

Must’ve been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junkGot rock candy brains and that head of yoursFull of holes, full of holesTerry cloth’s about the only comfort I’m allowedWhat with all the rain and this house of yoursFull of holes, full of holesI’m about through being your playthingI’m about through being your ginI’m about through being your waterDo you want to spend another night under the porch?We could light a candle and this rotten woodUp in flames, up in flamesYour orange fingers are glowing hotI think your sneaker’s on fireUp in flames, up in flamesI’m about through being your playthingI’m about through being your ginI’m about through being your waterOne breath after lights outThe rest under night’s spell

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