Everyone's written questionable lyrics.
Anthony Kiedis is at the highest level of garbage. Him and Fred Durst are the Kings of shit lyricism.
if you think this is shit, then you must have ridiculously high lyrical standards.
She's got sword in case
Though this is not her lord in case
The one who can't afford to face
Her image is restored to grace
Disappeared
No trace
Musky tears
Suitcase
The down turn brave
Little burncub bearcareless turnip snare
Rampages pitch color pages
Down and out but not in Vegas
Disembarks and disengages
No loft
Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude
For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
To the dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink it's
It's for you
Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show
It's a beehive barrel race
A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her
Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost
The kind that you find when you mind your own business
Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the new morning milk blanket
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay
Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles, away