Little Triggers

Ain't nothing worth watching on the TV today

I can't stand working and there ain't no fucking shade

Prayer is for weaklings, I'm banking on luck

This city, my looks and not giving a fuck



It's seems these days we're all sinking fast

These days turned to weeks, now we're too weak to last



Little triggers, how do you do?

I've been waiting, waiting for you



You look around, the sky is dead brown

The remnants of the work week are scattered around

I hear it's raining on the outside

These veins are burning this gasoline tonight



Remember the hippies?

Well that's us these days

Hang another flag on this watery grave



It all went down and it's still going down

Yeah, it's all going down