pipe dreams

[Stylish Kid in the Riot]

they knock on my door,
they wisper in my ear,
they aint no friend of mine...
pay them to stay away,
smoke butts into an ash tray,
drink a drink for them,
line after line,
pipe after pipe,
they wisper im a waster,
but this is just a taster...

spoon feed a habbit,
pipe up some dreams,
they still wisper softly,
sofetly in my ear,
nothing makes them disappear,
strole through my head,
sleep in my bed,
wisper im bad to the bone,
no hope for me,
only have pipe dreams...

rancid reject writing,
coked up creater sighting,
it will end either way,
today or any other day,
but i'll lay back down,
on the floor where you can find me,
everyday after closing,
where they wisper in my ear,
about a waster they know,
who just pipes up some dreams...

[Asbo1]

Spoon feed a hobbit?..
Kinky.