Indie LongLiveLunacy
Corkscrew (HOPE EATER)-Explicit-

That funny smelling bass guitar courtesy of the Swollen Pickle.

Instrumentation/Vocal/Mixing/Album Art by Catlett of LLL

Lyrics:

This truck is not for sale. Yes, I know there is a goat still rotting in the back. I found it where I’d later take a tumble in the mud, but not like how you’d think. Did you know there is a term for when your ribs grind up on your blades, something like a washboard? Now, where do you wanna kick back? I saw a place down that low lit road where the lady with a whip shoots the shit with Earl and Pit. They’re pretty swell guys, but only after a drink or two.

Do you wanna fuckin die? I always like to say that the pieces on the floor are little bits of gray matter left behind from who I thought I was until I started putting metal in my mouth. But then one day it was shaped a little bit differently.

Where is the corkscrew? Cause I’m not through getting fucked with you.

You know, now that I think back, I was pretty fucking drunk when I thought I fell in love with you, so don’t tell me I did you wrong when I can’t even remember who was there when I said, “Christ I need you to stay around.” I need to hold on while I fry my brain cells over yet another social mishap.

You have no idea what it's like to lay in bed for months and years picking broken glass out of your ears. Yes, I know I fucked up. Yah, that’s the farthest I’ve flown that wasn’t in a plane. How am I not dead? ‘Entire planet’s a trap. It won’t let me out.

Where is the corkscrew? ‘Cause I’m not through gettin’ fucked by you.

Where is the corkscrew? ‘Cause I’m not through talkin’ down to you.

You can bitch all day about how I never fucking spoke to you. Not Made for this, not made for this, not made for this. I'm a heart breaker.

You can bitch all day about how I never fucking spoke to you. Not Made for this, not made for this, not made for this. I'm a hope eater.