Hands Clean

I need 22 year old boys who like art
and 23 year old boys who like pot and 17 year old girls
and weed to get through the day.
You need jail time and LSD
affinity for hurting people
"you're not special, you're easy."
He's not special he's fucked up
daddy shot him
and brother killed him
and mommy hated him
and he is alone.
Cause girlfriend's on acid,
fucking in the street.

Your friend's fitter
but he's climbing up the walls
lost in coke and purple haze filling up his days
with soap and spiderman
and me his little friend;
magnetic and and not at all good but
funny and willing and easy and lying
and crying and eating and starving
little delinquent girls
I'll take him instead of you
if he won't have me-
why would he have me
easy and pleasing and not at all bitch.
Why won't he have me?
Too young too ugly too boring to be fun,
but illegal and thrilling and hoping to get caught on the counters
all out of bread
and with no hope for what lies ahead
I think he knows
I think he's fucking stoned
I think he loves the idea of me
I love the idea of him
giving emotions filled with nothing but hope for your
attention.
You have a tiny dick and smell like smoke
and he knows it
cause he's not dumb,
you think you are but you're not.
Your parents don't know don't care,
nothing to see here.

Vinyl pistol and broken drum,
see it whizzing past and know you're hated.
Father to son and you know it's a joke.
Feel the art flow through and flow through and flow through
and never make anything new,
nothing knew
but the owl and the bird
naked and hoping for covers
and hopping in parking lots
and parking with the lights on
and hoping nobody knows,
somebody knows.