Lowest Of The Low Beer Graffiti Walls Lyrics

Beer Graffiti Walls Lyrics

I'm filling the synaptic gaps inside my brain 

One more shot and my liver starts calling me Shane 



Vomit pigs and urine stalls 

Broken knuckles and beer, graffiti walls... 



If I trashed all my beliefs and plans 

You could be my woman and I could be your man 



Combat boots and overalls 

Anarchy love and beer, graffiti walls... 



Pens and walls and bathroom stalls... a potent combination 

The beer is cheap, the talk is too... a dead-end situation 



I'm hanging out talking Tom Stoppard and Travesties 

Lenin, James Joyce, Tristan Tzara and me 



We're smudging the line between the workers' calls 

And the petty bourgeois with beer, graffiti walls... 



If art is life, and life is work, then where's the workers' art? 

A cult of the individual has left us in the dark 



I'm so full of shit it makes me drool 

'Cause I learned all my Marxism in school 



I've got all day to write battle calls and manifestos on beer, graffiti
walls... 



And freeing the masses shouldn't be so hard 

I'll put the whole thing on my dad's credit card 



I'm starting to think that life is like a shit sandwich 

Because it seems to me the more bread you've got, the less shit you have to eat


And why can't people commit random acts of kindness, and senseless acts of
beauty? 

You know, like Ramone and Louise, 100% true love forever 



Yeah, we're going up, yeah, we're going up, yeah, we're going up 

But then we're coming down, coming down, coming way, way, way down 

Too cool for school and too dumb for the real world Johnny started a band 

And started picking up pointers from beer, graffiti walls 

But if he tells me, "Die for race and nation!" 

I'll say, "Die, nazi motherfucker!!!!" 

And, "Militant dykes kick ass!!!"