Striking Down Your Big Premiere

If I could wear a capsule Of all the world's hairline fracture The biggest wig in the show You sent me pulse from God knows where Antenna has changed its air From shortwave to ballistic cruise Striking down your big premiere Counterfeit counters have no more cheer We're all lot lizards parked outside your door Carried careless with repeat demerits Menthol lights could not scare us If takers are bums I own the slums Of crosstalk bound by stirring tea If could squeeze cents to pounds Conversion rates buried in sound Blasting from a car with blurry tags The burnouts heard from parking lots Of suburban box stores shut my mouth Finally fired a bullet into my sleeve Months break hands off the clock I painfully flattened out a rock Caught a home right into my throat Carried careless from the birth of Ares Menthol lights they could not scare us If takers are bums I own the slums Of crosstalk bound by stirring tea I love the smell of jet bridge fumes Before I board with the few Group D vagabonds and their pimps Finders fee for a losing spree Candy drugstore fills holes in teeth Always shit brained when I'm pissed Carried careless from the tap so garish Menthol lights could not scare us If takers are bums I own the slums Of crosstalk bound by stirring tea