Lyrics:
Liquid Luck

My eyes are blurry And my stomach is sick Is there no one more deserving? So I'll make do, I'll make do with him Just remember Just remember to breathe

and eight for that lip It was unnecessary that sort of punishment was Less than very ugly which was fucked up You wanted this you lucked up then Oh

logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant Think of soup nazi, empatzi project hard copy Books will suffer farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced Omega daylight quota, pop luck

Trick or treat, it's IED's so roll the dice for me, please 'Cause it's near 8 miles of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck Guaran-fucking-teed, someone

have a party, B This is how we do it We make it ride on through Like liquid fluid This is how we do We make it ride on through Like liquid fluid, what

What is the purpose of the physical lust? So the barricade can bust Braids shaved ain't no bitches in us, we don't believe in no luck But that's the word

The emperor's clothes are the best for the proles, liquidity The guys with brains are all bitter and vain, stupidity The guys with the luck got the bimbos and bucks, liquidity

In early '95, well, we got the dough so we could diversify Had a lot of money up in bioweapons which has low liquidity Sold a lot of Krugerrands and rubles

Staying at home Plugging it in Kissing the screen Being a god I thought about it in the Galleria Liquid crystal like a man ray tear A shiny surface, velveteen