Foot Shooter

The booze in my blood runs fast and loud

And my brain shouts down to my mouth say whatever I think

Say it at him

And as the dam bursts open and you're drowned out boy

Better go outside, sit in your boat and wait

'til you get washed away

Hold on to your thumbs, tighten your eyelids

Lock up your ears, my dear, I'm verbal when I am loaded

Duck under that desk, cover your neck

Thicken your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again

And as the body succumbs, and my mouth goes numb

I limp out to the sound of, the breaking of broken toes

A vandal spoke

In the stark and the sobering dry sunlight

I will blink my eyes and hope the blink can erase

All the shit that I said and did

Hold on to your thumbs, tighten your eyelids

Lock up your ears, my dear, I'm verbal when I am loaded

Duck under that desk, cover your neck

Thicken your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again

And if I shoot at you, you should shoot at me too

And we can drown in pools of the thick dark words we threw

And as my face turns white

I apologise, I am sorry, it's not your fault

It's mine

Hold on to your thumbs, tighten your eyelids

Lock up your ears, my dear, I'm verbal when I am loaded

Duck under that desk, cover your neck

Thicken your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again