I'm feelin' uptight
Hungry for the half light
Taste it like a ceasefire,
Shocks me like a bare wire
A premonition haunts me,
Lasciviously wants me.
My skull so often taunts me,
Just like a house that haunts me

I'm feelin' hard-pressed,
Breakin into cold sweats
Thirsty for a deep breath,
Plummeting to my death
On a kamikae mission,
A sticky sweet affliction
Some sordid kinda fiction,
In love with your addiction

Whats the worst that could happen
He intones while the blood drips from his hair
And whats the sound of this passion
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
I don't care anymore

I'm on the short list,
I'm the Last Recidivist
I feel a certain discourse,
Gaining like a dark horse
So wake the window leapers,
All the winter sleepers
Toast the kids in rehab,
And put it all on my tab

We'll fashion up some wax wings
From balsa wood and kite strings
Of delicate dimension
And dubious intentions
Above the sorrow and the pity,
The suburbs of the city
Betrayed by every last call,
This world's a fucking strip mall
Carved in cold embittered midnights
A jagged scar of street lights
We'll hurdle high and fall hard
We'll wake up in the backyard
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The Last Recidivist Lyrics

Lowest Of The Low – The Last Recidivist Lyrics