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Trickle Down My Ass

by Leche

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Whiskey mixed in my glass of coke Six songs in and I start to choke Another four and I’m on the floor Before I get paid I’m shown the door Quaaludes or cocaine Quaaludes or cocaine Doctor please I can not recall What I dropped in my alcohol My baby left me broken and blue I can’t afford the bill that is due Quaaludes or cocaine Quaaludes or cocaine
Light me the fuck up All my friends turned yup Treat me like a fool Broke as fuck from school You want it I got it And it's burning a hole in my pocket But fuck it I’ll just keep it Everyone in this town knows that I’m still the shit I hate my hometown Might as well just drown Twelve pack every night Passed out drunk mid-fight You got it Well I want it Leave you covered in blood and your vomit But fuck it You just keep it All the dope you can find in this town is still shit
Norman High is a two story squat Where roaches feast and the drywall rots Hi-C and ramen in a Taquis bag Cold and numb under Goodwill rags We’re not OK Streets unpaved Stocks are high Wells are dry School’s are closed Decomposed The children are our future and the futures in the gutter cause We never get a cut because the working man is second to the Klan Mr. G slings five buck speed It pays more than teaching to read Rats gnaw on your hair at night Waking up to a junkie fight
I swear I’m not really a political hater It’s just that Ran Paul is my fucking neighbor This divorce of mine is draining all my funds And I have to listen to ol Ran Paul say he’s stunned Stunned that all these millennials expect handouts It’s just something Ran Paul wouldn’t know shit about Saying he’s self-reliant from doing yardwork at dawn Shit half of these damn kids can’t even afford a damn lawn I’m losing it I swear to God I’m losing it I’m gonna beat his ass I’m seeing blood I swear to god I’m goin insane Ran Paul may criticize that I pay for my lawn care But he fucks up his lawn about as bad as his hair And don’t think I don’t see him dump trimmings in my yard Next time he’s outside he better be on fuckin guard I’ll kick his ass off his fucking mower Kick him in the ribs till he breathes like my smoker I’ll sock his nose, pull his hair, knee his nuts Break his teeth on the concrete, and burn out his eyes with a cigarette
Selfies at Joe’s Dreaming of the Burroughs Brunch at Kerbey Hitting up Rainey Mimosas every hour Pukin on the flowers Back to the high-rise And Favor™ for some fries They’re slicing this town like a Home Slice [East Side] [Pinthouse] Pie Folding them slices and that grease don’t lie Runs down their arms and it drips to the floor For us dogs to lick and beg for more They pay the high rent You’re on your last cent They’re packing out the bars You’re kicking parked cars Out-of-state plates All you feel is hate Yuppies are the hippies In the bloodsucker city
I swear I’m smoking meth Cause I feel the foreman’s breath Always yelling out “faster boys! If you like to be employed!” We’re doing more with less It’s what the board calls progress They’re dining on French cuisine While we’re eating pork and beans I swear I’m feeling lumps But the board thinks I’m a chump Took away my Medicare Oh I thought you wouldn’t dare Now the doc won’t see me Even though it burns to pee I’ll never see a raise Or the foreman’s trickling praise Oh here it comes baby Trickle trickle Let it flow baby Trickle trickle My mouth is open wide Trickle trickle Trickle down my ass As if my ass ain’t already wet I swear I’m seeing shit They say I’m throwing a fit And the hours keep piling high Cause they think I’ll never die But my knees are starting to shake Feel my grip on the railcar break Feel like I’m travelin far Headed straight down to the tar Here it comes baby Trickle trickle Let it flow baby Trickle trickle Open wide mother fuckers Trickle trickle Trickle down my ass


For more Leche:

8/10 - Austin @ Beerland

8/11 - New Orleans @ Banks Street Bar

8/12 - Huntsville @ Copper Top

8/13 - Memphis @ Murphy's

8/14 - Louisville @ Odeon

8/15 - Chicago @ Reeds Local

8/16 - St.Louis @ Sinkhole

8/17 - Kansas City @ The Middle East
~ ask a punk ~

8/18 - Denton @ Backyard on Bell


released August 11, 2018



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