Lyrics Superjoint Ritual

Superjoint Ritual

The Alcoholik

Pick up and shake in the wind

Shed your resource and keep it down, trashed

Don't make it right, don't move it in

Put it in the mouth, and swollowed whole

Smashed

(It makes all the sense to me, and could it make all the sense to you? Let

it ride)

Because there ain't no winning in this one right

I try to facilitate, whine in restoration

Blewn

Blow through the prime of life

Numb all the senses down

Project your fear of heights

Onto untravelled ground

Fry and hallucinate, pry and investigate

Blow through the prime of life

Numb all the senses down

Project your fear of heights

Onto untravelled ground

Pitfalls of grief, on all that displayed for the groundout

Prophetically speaking the wilted unformulated