Visiting Hours (1996 demo)


(image via Quyen Dinh, ParlorTattooPrints)

there’s a half a million drunks out
and there’s a hundred thousand thugs
and i’m selling booze to kids now
wearing my kid sister’s gloves

i don’t know what i’m doing anymore
i don’t know what i started out for

at first it looked so easy
it was a cake walk in the park
when i started it was daylight
and how quickly it got dark


happy hour is almost over
hope i can walk on my own power

i find your house
i break your window
i crash your bedroom

these are the visiting hours