Claim your piece of dirt Five years on the hour Brake lights in the mist You poor bastard One long pull Washing down his teeth Blaming yourself again One way out Always out of reach Just a little further and you'll Wash him off the street There he goes Been offline a while now Been behind the feed Switching up addictions It's all the same disease You pay for it upfront And then again at the end Just one more pull Washing down their meat Catching your breath again One way out Always out of reach Just a little further and you'll Sweep them off the street Almost there