Letras:Dillinger Four. Honey, I Shit The Hot Tub.

Watch the could form outside my window
I light another as the city goes grey
Face the whirlwind with a polite smile
Resist the motion of self righteous crusades

Some of the other live for deprivation
It's not something that I could ever do
I get my kicks from complete annihilation
A brown paper bottle to kill yesterdays news

The right sight but the wrong kind of vision
A grain of salt dould do us all a little good

Just when the world seems so understanding
It knocks you over with a silent left hook

I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before
You can show me your restrictions
While I'm showing you the door.