Licence to Defile

I'm great, thanks for asking
and flashing out a California smile
I'd love to cut your throat now
but cannot get a clearance to defile

Such a perfect brain fart
or whatnot, I'm just preaching to your storm
Want to know how it feels like?
Come then, my sweet child of sacred corn.

Maybe i will cry tomorrow,
Maybe I will cry.

Oh, how you make me feel like
a roadkill that has never seen a road
Is this all I am now
bilge water leaking out of your love boat?

Maybe i will cry tomorrow,
Maybe I will try to kill myself
Just to see you cry
It never hurts to try

Maybe i will cry tomorrow,
Maybe I will try to kill myself
Just to see you cry
It never hurts to try