Baltimore

Lyrics for Baltimore

You come on like gangbusters laying it thick Arboreal Sleestak lost in the sticks It's warm for a witch trial, don't you agree? Cold are the hands that would ever touch me You got the energy of a classic creep With sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep No intuition, no need to sleuth Poor is the man who would sully my view A one-minute story is all that you are A song undeveloped, beyond the first bar For all of your hustle, what did you win? Woe is the man with the Cheshire Cat grin You criticize life, you criticize pain You criticize situations you've never been in But dawn for the debutantes will come soon enough Alright The panic is leaking through every clear pore Your animus weakened acetylene torch So root for the crucifix on the skull full of rocks Alright I'm in love with the people I'm in love with a saint I'm in love with a soldier from Baltimore Baltimore Baltimore Baltimore Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa