East Side One Testo

an ounce of booze to chase your shame wont make it seem alrite


im a fool to think that i could ever change

the way you've made me feel about this world

thats why i cant belong


stacks of empty bottles draw the lines about my face

this weathered bitter bore that i have become

a slave in search of freedom from the grind of saving grace

cigarettes and misery are the only constants now

and always standing outside of the circle

unwilling rebels always born of circumstance

im a fool to think that i could every change