Visine - Lyrics - P.j. Olsson

Got my Visine Got my box Got my wishes Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy To get me through this minute TV star from my childhood Come and screw me now I am man enough for wooden benches Seal this note with my juicer Use the liquid from your womb Season to taste Romeo came with crystal Said my house is clean except for this And I held up my marijuana If you think it's a crime I'll take a *** A *** on your grave Had a dream 'bout Joseph Stalin Was his son haulin' out of Moscow On a jelly bean with wheels There is one thing we have in common It's the torture of growing old You must stand there now You must agree The time is near now We're children no more No more No more No more No more The ozone like a *** Dripping sunshine on my lips Call me social disaster There's still me comin' after A *** on your grave Got my Visine Got my box Got my wishes Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy To get me through this minute My wishes This minute My wishes This minute My wishes This minute