Cholla

I use a lotta lip balm in this desert town

Chk-a-pow

Wreak of listerine

I wipe sweat from my brow

Oh, how can I confess my crimes?

Oh, how can I confess my crimes

When I believe I've done nothing wrong?

Words and symbols for me have flexible meanings

Malleable is the code that defines my world

Gunplay in the distance as I laze around

Mumbled wow

My piano is my puzzle

But I won't solve it in a day

Oh, how can I confess my crimes?

Oh, how can I confess my crimes

When I believe I've done nothing wrong?

There is a maze of feelings inside of me

But I know this to be holy and true

The purpose of grass is to be cut

And the purpose of cholla is to cut you