Firewater Lyrics - Enlarged To Show Detail - 311

Talkin' shit like shut up and listen to me 

Because cutting through the crap is my specialty 

Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead 

You're trying to figure out the last thing I said 

I'm a redwood I love to be a tree yes I'm a druid 

My words are flowing out like a fluid 

Never give in never conform 

I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form 

Dead leaves on the trees in spring can't hear the birds sing 

A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening 

Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver 

A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver 

While I doze I suppose I could get lost 

With a brown skin friend claiming kin to crazy horse 

I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but 

I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid 

Firewater call it liquid rapture 

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature 

Firewater the world's a mixture 

Of broken liquored people get the picture 

Firewater call it liquid rapture 

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature 

Firewater the world's a mixture 

Of broken liquored people get the picture 

Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth 

I'm rather liquored light flickers, I got the shakes and jitters 

I roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin' the show 

Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into 

All alone except for the whiskey voices 

Whores laugh, neon signs flash other choices 

I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble 

Slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble 

Firewater call it liquid rapture 

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature 

Firewater the world's a mixture 

Of broken liquored people get the picture 

Firewater call it liquid rapture 

Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature 

Firewater the world's a mixture 

Of broken liquored people get the picture 

You're hangin' around the house with all your friends 

Steady drinking smoking the green weed 

And head is sort of blinking you're going with the flow 

And everybody is getting plowed 

The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud 

You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'clock rolls around 

So you piule inside the clunker start heading downtown 

Only nineteen but you know where you can get it 

So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting 

By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead 

You really can't remember who was the one that said 

Let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck 

He's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up 

Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed 

You try for conversation but you know you're acting strange 

Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone 

You just keep fiending 'til the fucking break of dawn 

Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver 

A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver 

While I doze I suppose