The Dim Downstairs

Yeah,

all right.

Down in your basement

with the stereo on pills and needles.

Look at all clean dirty people

shakin' down the early hours

shooting the rookie

straight into the blue highway

from the roller coast

to the smoke of your soul.

Yeah,

all right.

Punch this one up

and watch the pupils

dilate.

Nobody gonna tell you

what to do.

Nobody gonna tell you

when to stop.

Time to take.

Time to take back.

Time to take back a bite

from the bottle

and ornament the 

little red light eyes

hung in pairs of peers

walling the dim downstairs

and knuckle slicing open the 

tired corners

of

the same old bag.