Mercy Snack: The Laundromat

I'm jonesin' for a mercy snack

I'm regular, I'm treble-kicked

I been down to the Laundromat

The lines are long

My lines are strong

I been down to the south of Maine

I worked a week, I snuck a peek

I been down to the Bondage Street

Guitar is numb, my eyes are dumb

I saw the terror in your tongue

The cat's domain is no longer fun

I waded and I waited,

And I waited, and I waited

And then I went back home

To my apartment views and all the screws

With this inside my guts and gore

Was pouring out, I did adore my

Sight.