My soul drags me so deep - and I'd really prefer to keep things simple,
Bottle Bush a few friends - to me is amble.
Oh my spirit cries - but you can't hear it make any sound,
Unless I don't eat for few days - stomach rumbles and lose a pound.

But if I was to say I make my own flesh creep - Must be very unpleasant,
Would you let me take that seat - maybe chat you up, is that an is or isn't.
The corroding nature of lust - which I quite like,
Fast cars and credit cards - but I'd still go for a ride on my bike.

Do we all work on levels, files of speech,
Do we choose to learn but prefer to preach?
Change ourselves, act the fool for our own sake,
Maybe wake and cry, when it gets too much to take.

What side of you do your friends like?
- Fuck it I'm away a ride on my bike.