"Piss And Vinegar" lyrics

"Piss And Vinegar"

Well, I'm piss and vinegar again
And I hiss and I rattle and shed
And I encircle you like a piranha school
As you slowly fight your way to shore

Well, I'm piss and vinegar again
And I needed this like a new hole in the head
I'm hiding out in the drink, I float in waiting to sink
My great white teeth into your sweet bones

With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side
I've got nowhere to run, no place left to hide
I got a burning sensation like Clockwork Orange herbicide
Feels like it's raining all the time

Well, I'm piss and vinegar again
'Cause I feel like I lost my best friend
And at the end of the day, once it's all down the drain
I'll be fine, I'll be fine

With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side
I've got nowhere to run, no place left to hide
I got a burning sensation like Clockwork Orange herbicide
Feels like it's raining all the time

Now this supernatural disaster
Found me quickly but left even faster
Now I'm sick with the sight of the plaster
This old familiar ceiling is bleeding me dry

With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side
I've got nowhere to run, no place left to hide
I got a burning sensation, like Clockwork Orange herbicide
Feels like it's raining all the time


Thanks to Lee for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to Nick, Amber for correcting these lyrics.
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