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!!!`
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