Pass me the smelling salt.
Come cure these crooked bones.
Ain't slept in four days,
The night lights are playing ping-pong.
Might climb the Wailing Wall
And got to come down full holes.
Can't stop hearing cops and peeping
Out the windows.

At Cain's Way & Molotov St.
It's easy, getting off.
Warm up the EKG.
Abstract the mutations (caressed by temptation).
S.O.S. We're AWOL
Meat and bone ghosts
On the TV screen.

Cigarette insomnia
In the Motel Tilt-A-Whirl
Like streaked 8mm reels
Of soot filled air.
Watch it haunt the haunted
And crip the crippled even more
Man, I've seen'em paralyzed
From the waist down and the chest up...

Out of this lonely, dead-end abandon
I got a feeling that there ain't much
More to come and pull you from the past
You're thinking you're done,
Then we go back again
Safe inside the moment.
There ain't no right or wrong between us
When you're safe inside of
Cain's Place on Molotov St.

Up and down the road, man.
She knows where to go
Down the street to Cain's Place,
But I'm already there.
I'm already dead

Shove it and roll it.
There's one in the chamber.
Ain't got no fear where it stops.
Cuz you're always looking for answer,
Digging through a sack of trash
Where none's ever been.
But you're safe inside the moment.
There ain't no right or wrong between us.
When you're safe inside of
Cain's Place on Molotov St.