5th of July

In this corner, we have
Lost our minds
Product of the environment, we cannot avoid

I've got nowhere to go, I've got no home
No place of refuge from the decompose
Rotten... love

I'm sleeping on my couch, It's in my house
Yeah, so are you, I can hear so singing

My brain is scattered
Like every (?) on the 5th of July
I'll prefer, If you don't
Come 'round like a casual asshole
And shove it down my throat