My Desert Soul - Psychopunch

I struggle for nothing, I don’t wanna move ahead

There’s got to be something, it might as well be dead

Here comes a new one, put out the light

My kind of fun, it’s out of sight

Ain’t looking for glory baby you know I’m not that kind

Down here for nothing and it really blows my mind

It makes you weap, don’t make me laugh

He’s a motherfucking creep, he won’t splitt it in half

Nothing ever bleeds

Until the day you bite the hand that feeds

Straight thru my soul

Let the good times roll

Strung out for days — 47 ways

Way past the midnight hour

I fall apart like a long gone lover

Let the good times roll

My desert soul

I’m halfway in, where the hell are you?

Pretty close to sin, how about you?

Up tight baby where the wolfbane blooms

Sticky fingers in to much to soon

Cause I, I will never hesitate

Born to love, given to hate

Just like the trigger of a gun it wants my soul

And it’s out of control