Rubber Traits

I want to always be on film, To be caught in the cut coffee sober Ding-di-di-ding-di-di-ding-ding-boom-boom-boulder One scratched lens of... Of a brand new prescription Drawing dates from a stacked deck of cards And doom-doom-doom I should cut down my caloric intake I should go to sleep hungry And wake up with my guts knotted up And ears open like a burnt down hut I want my mouth to always taste ablate But i want, but i want, but (ooooooh) I want to kiss like taffy Hump gentle on a bed of nails and Feel salt to widen eyes like a cut-up clam's tongue does I wanna dump early on that bmt the rest I want a patch of blue sky to follow me Unfold an oragami death mask And cut my dna with rubber traits Pull apart the double helix like a wishbone Always be working on a suicide note I don't want to (oo-ee-oo) When i feel like i could have gone longer (repeat x3) I don't want to (oo-ee-oo) When i feel like i could have gone... Productive, fully-charged, cocked and pointed Keep a tape recorder on my bedside table Sweats, only the pants that fit the best, no belts, no cuffs Walked home yet loose keep heel dies blue to a ten Watch a fly hit a pane of glass till it gets real bony His stomach swells up and he dies I don't want to (oo-ee-oo) When i feel like i could have gone longer (repeat x3) I don't want to (oo-ee-oo) When i feel like i could have gone.