Feels like on gunpoint; and I'm in need for stimuli The nicotine comes easy; but It's not what we would try Opium in mouth fulls That's why the eager only die Open a household Grow a garden for the mold I'd give it one step for a five A barter for some tree sap Some whiskey and some rye It's what they want You gotta give them what they want From my knee caps came those lights From which you saw The start of a new feeling From the right side of my jaw No candle stains, from what remained A citizen in awe, she left on the back of an old whale 'Til I shan't learn anymore I'd give it two more tries Looks like that we both lost in this Flatfoot, where you headed? There maybe nothing there Flatfoot, where you headed? Your steps grow longer than your hair Longer than you hair 'Twas better when you were there Feels like on gunpoint; and I'm in need for stimuli