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Acid Turkish Bath (Shelter From The Storm)

Cotton mouth is bleeding
One way glass deceiving

Dope me up on woman and credit cards
Promise x-ray vision and fancy cars
The tables set for the bourgeois
Better get in line with your dinner tray cause

When it’s all ran out and it’s just you left
With the nut job swigging his crystal meth
And there’s a constant ring of machinery
Is there a place for me in history

Sending the boys away
Leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away
Now it’s another day
To shelter from the storm

Sons of time are rising
16 minds exploding

It’s the 21st century ain’t it cool
It’s taught us to eat and how to drool
And the wind up merchants are out in force
Telling you my brother to change your course

And you won’t be the first to think it’s wrong
When all you really want is to bang a gong
Cause it’s all sewn in our misery
Is there a place for me in the history

Sending the boys away
Leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away
Wishing for new years day
To shelter from the storm

We gotta break down the doors
And shelter from the storm