I keep account of my hits and my misses
The bottle makes the final call
Fuel me with some of your kisses
Turn towards the weeping wallDistilled within your discipline
Return to go and start again
Bleeding on your hallowed ground
I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down inSpit sperm, spit, spit sperm, spitYour TV is my teacher
Confessional and preacher
Forgive me, Lord, for all this hate
I simply am inebriateSee the gun, pick it up
All day long you'll have good luck
See the gun, let it lie
And you'll want that gun before you die(Spit sperm)
This moral bankrupt stinking vat
(Spit sperm)
Of shit-fueled lies and empty highs(Spit sperm)
Bled between these piss stained lines
(Spit sperm)
And hid behind my glazing eyesI keep account of my hits and my misses
The bottle makes the final call
Fuel me with some of your kisses
Turn towards the weeping wallDistilled within your discipline
Return to go and start again
Bleeding on your hallowed ground
Lay this sodden soul right downSpit sperm, spit sperm
Spit sperm, spit spermYour TV is my teacher
Confessional and preacher
Forgive me, Lord, for all this hate
I simply am inebriateSpit sperm, spit
Spit sperm, spitSee there's gun, pick it up
And all day long you'll have good luck
See there's gun, let it lie
You'll want that gun before you die