get lost in the dead of the night where once i lived on grand street deaf from chucks on bones crushed white new brooklyn bows before me soak it all in and let it run deep glory in delusion i can picture us waltz in the ruins of this wilted gray contusion sometimes when shes far and im drunk i clutch her like a compass never thought of being anything but quixotic and self conscious some ache to guide your hand to pull out of the socket im the cricket that lets you burn while i smolder in your pocket youre in my fat i store you there to keep me warm in frigid air i need my smack youre in my veins free the jew they kept in chains im suffused with all you are ill always be a bastard star youre in my heart you re in my heart could it be in our wank of shame that were clutching the same member dont you ever pretend to smile and find youve actually done it now youre informed we kinda run it and thats just fine plummet beak first into acid washed entitlement you might just find a socialist feeding off the fumes of an aging pop punk vocalist so destroy our lp if you know whats good for me so destroy our first lp if you know whats good for me youre in my fat i store you there to keep me warm in frigid air i need my smack youre in my veins free the jew they kept in chains im suffused with all you are ill always be a bastard star youre in my heart you re in my heart