DEMO 2 by Bad Vibes

Second demo from South Wales' premiere pissed jeans tribute.

I'M PERFECT
You and me were born thin-skinned gentle and rotten
And I was such a liar as a child
Portrait of a wanker as a young man
Liars often grow up idolising wild men
I've heard of places in the wild where men can't go
One day we'll disappear and I'll be glad
One day I'll be a bird and I'll stop testing people's nerves

What is misery if not the thin mist obscuring other bodies
My other body is a sunflower shrinking
My other body's in the bathroom, sinking

Come and get it if you want it
Can't imagine why you'd want it
But I guess you boys deserve it if you want it that bad
I feel my old skin drifting
What is God if not the same mist lifting

I'm just the sum of false desire
I'm so alive with holy fire
Stop pissing on the pyre
I'm so alive with holy fire

This is a crisis so let's admit we've been wasting time
Read your books, keep your health,
Rest your head, ask yourself
Who the fuck do you stand behind

BOY PROBLEMS
Lately I'm at home, passing comment talking shit,
But if I get out of the house I'll let you know about it,
Some boys wonder by mistake, heads full of nerve agent
Perhaps those boys are sick, and if that makes me sick,
Then fuck it I'll be sick, I'd rather feel sick than hear another word
About wilting masculinity
About being born again
About so-called misandry
Shut your mouth, spare us all

Worms like you can't change, you can't give up power while it lasts
Lonely people never learn and heartbreak's for the leisure class
Sometimes you're at home begging for forgiveness from yourself,
Talking to the walls and never listening,
The time to stop resisting is now,
Let go of the wheel

All this trash inside of me,
Fake po-faced virility,
Crawling through another house,
Pleading for sterility,
Amputate, spare us all

SERTRALEANING
I would like to eat out tonight please,
Somewhere dark and uptight,
Where I don't feel like a lost dog waking up with far too many ideas

When we talk we always talk paranoia,
Paranoia's like smoke,
But if I can eat while I breathe that's fine,
I'm only ever really looking for a nice time

I'm frayed at table and howling,
Love's effortless,
I'm beautiful

Everything in the house makes me laugh,
Hear me cackling indoors, how can I concentrate,
When everything in my bedroom,
Has its own private life

And on the phone there's people telling me to do shit,
And I do it and it's done and I'm through it,
And I try to tell a joke and I blow it,
And I'm a fucking headcase, I know it

My mind's fried and I'm feeling good,
Residual feeling,

Don't call me when I'm turning,
Don't watch me when I'm fading,
Don't hate me once I'm rotting

All Saes Are Bastards

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