Gasoline Drinks

This gasoline makes one fine drink All I need is trouble Flicker in the sunlight dawn They'll find my dead body cold I used to wither just like winter And now all I am is useless So now is the time To say all I wished I could have said But I can't get my tongue out And I can't get my sword to work I'll just talk loads of bullshit anyhow Your mother in torn garments Like Jesus Christ denied Blood in all her pockets And you inside her eyes Let's shut it down Let's kill the lights