Lyrics - Cyanide Moonshine

well, seems we've had some requests for the lyrics to the current tunes up on our myspace. i thought i'd oblige you all. here they be.

Cyanide Moonshine

Everybody’s talkin’. They’s wishin’ I was gone.
Everybody else is doing everybody wrong.
Well alright. I’m done hangin’ round.
I don’t need no needle, and I don’t need no pills.
And I don’t need no doctor to tell me how I feel.
Alright, you can keep the bill.

I been drinkin’ poison and hopin’ you’d fall ill.

So maybe I’m an angel. Maybe I’m a thief.
Maybe I’m a beggar that you walk by on the street.
Alright, you cut off both my wings.
Sell me for a nickel. The devil’s gotta earn.
I don’t need no banker to tell me what I’m worth.
It’s alright. Some folks they never learn.

You’re eating fire and praying I get burnt.

Everybody’s selfish. They’s wishin’ I was dead.
Wore out my welcome when I gave ‘em all I had.
It’s alright. I’ve already left.
All the head honchos of some God forsaken scene
run me outta’ my town in my own black limousine.
But I’m alright. Come on. Take everything.

Like stealin’ flowers from the graves of the deceased.
Like doin’ nothin and takin’ claim for everything.
Like getting married without payin’ for the ring.