Lowest Of The Low The Last Recidivist Lyrics

The Last Recidivist Lyrics

I'm feelin' uptight 

hungry for the half light

Taste it like a ceasefire, 

shocks me like a bare wire

A premonition haunts me, 

lasciviously wants me.

My skull so often taunts me, 

just like a house that haunts me



I'm feelin' hard-pressed, 

breakin into cold sweats

Thirsty for a deep breath, 

plummeting to my death

On a kamikae mission, 

a sticky sweet affliction

Some sordid kinda fiction, 

in love with your addiction



whats the worst that could happen 

he intones while the blood drips from his hair

and whats the sound of this passion

i dont care, i dont care, i dont care, i dont care

i dont care anymore



I'm on the short list, 

I'm the Last Recidivist

I feel a certain discourse, 

gaining like a dark horse

so wake the window leapers, 

all the winter sleepers

Toast the kids in rehab, 

and put it all on my tab



we'll fashion up some wax wings 

from balsa wood and kite strings

of delicate dimension 

and dubious intentions

above the sorrow and the pity,

the suburbs of the city

betrayed by every last call, 

this world's a fucking strip mall

carved in cold embittered midnights 

a jagged scar of street lights

we'll hurdle high and fall hard 

we'll wake up in the backyard