Two-Thumbed Fist Lyrics

Album: Gin

So what in god’s name did it mean and why?

That bony old finger pointin’ down from the sky at you,

all alone!!

Dog made life for you

Praise this false sense of it all!

Peter thrice denied

His life’s most prized

Tax collector

So breathe a breath worth living

Squeeze the juices

of exhaustion.

Fire our mouths at the big ass

lies in the sky!!

I don’t believe them!!!

Seven peyote buttons

Six drinks in on strong rum

Touch the eyes of the living

Hump the netherworld hallway

Tribes of men,

Stared in to the sky

God’s revenge is one bad story

Close your watering eyes,

And drive your car into a tree,

Fall out of time with me.

Buried in the hills by the lives we once wished for.

No man!

Clench bad hands,

Making holes in palms

Shaped like fingernails,

Made by white knuckles

The way, the truth, and light is gone

And the dust you reflected recedes

Drop me dead and you’ll find me there

Without regret, nor tears, nor guts,

Just nothing!!!!

Don’t trust! Impulse!

Fist fuck! And Win!!!!

No man!

No man!

No man!

No man!

No man, save none, want none, smear god on their faces

Save me!

Damn me!

Drink me, in the ground, nail my story on their tables!

No dog!

No dog!

No Bog!

No dog!

No dog!

No dog!

No Bog!

No dog!

No dog!

No dog!

No Bog!

No dog!

No bog!

Bogdamn god!