Kissed And Dissed Testo

I know this road like the back of my head.The night is long as sure as our taillights are red.
Everyone's fast asleep, and nothing's keeping me from dreaming.
The night closes into the day seamlessly.
And all I can think is 'fuck, if we could write
Transitions that flowed like that,
I wouldn't have to bust my balls and break my back.'
What is worse is my mother's geared towards a heart attack.
If I could write shit as crushing as that fact,
I wouldn't have to bust so many heads,
And I could sleep on my back.
Leave all my friends and pack my life in a sac.
Work for bounced cheques and blow all my cash.
I know this music like the back of my hand.
The next time we come here,
We'll drain the life from the land.
Burn the trees and salt the ground.
You can find my ethics in the lost and found.
Wear them if you want but they're worn in the crotch,
From gripping my balls like I don't give a fuck.