Ozone - MotorPsycho

I’ve got blood on my hands

And sand between my toes

If the crowd gets too unruly

We’ll spray 'em with the hose

I’m so bored with the whole thing

-keep hearing laughter when i turn-

Seen a million sunlit faces

But none that really burned

I can’t keep myself from laughing

When i spot someone posessed

The fool that’s always grinning

Never quite gets the jest

But i know the one i’m laughing at

Plays it by the book

And screams for revolution

Behind his vacant look

We’ll keep their eyes red & runny

Kill them in their homes

Watch them pray forgiveness

And pay interrest on their loans

It was us in the beamers

The penthouses & shrines

Uf you want absolution

We can provide all kinds…

But that*s just the way we are

Our heads in the ozone

And our minds in shangri-la