Late night tattoos

[Verse 1]
[Vocals: Sitting lazily in the pocket, trailing off at the ends of the lines]
[Music: Hazy, wandering bassline anchors the groove]
Just a few stories, some late-night drunk ramblings.
Couple of dangerous minds doing some gambling.
Room's getting thick with that Camel smoke,
Flicking ash in a beer can, man we are broke.
(Man, we are fucked up... haha...)
Laughing about all these messed up tattoos,
Buzzing those black flames with nothing to lose.
(Yeah, those flames ain't looking so hot...)

[Verse 2]
[Guitar adds a few wandering, psychedelic slides]
Maybe it's just me... 
But can we take a second to laugh at what you just drew?
I can't believe I'm buzzing this right onto you.
Wanted to feel broke, put it right on your skin,
Can't scratch it off now, what a mess you are in.
It's exactly what you asked for. 
Now it's permanent. 
(Yeah... hope that’s how you spell that...)

[Chorus]
[Music swells slightly, fuzzy and washed out]
[Vocals: Floating, cynical, but totally laid back]
Inked a few words you should've kept to yourself.
Put it all on display, took it off of the shelf.
Now the whole world gets to read your insecurities,
Right there on your chest for everyone to see.
You can break that bottle right on the floor...
You can run and scream, head out the door.
But you ain't hiding from anyone now, man. 
No, you can't hide that shit.

[Verse 3]
[Music pulls back to just the hypnotic acoustic picking and the lazy drum]
[Vocals: Apathetic, ball-busting]
You wanna hear my story? 
I'm telling you, this needle's gonna hurt.
It's gonna leave a scar, bury it in the dirt.
You can think whatever you wanna think about it...
But I'm digging it in, so don't even doubt it.
It won't break me. 
(Nothing breaks me, man...)

[Bridge]
[A slow, heavily saturated instrumental drift]
[Electric guitar noodles aimlessly but darkly in the background]
[Vocals: Deadpan, dragging out the words with a chuckle]
But I'm gonna make you bleed.
Yeah, a little pain is exactly what you need.
Gotta get right under that ink,
Man, I don't give a damn what you think.
Yeah, I'm making you bleed.
(Stop moving, man... sit still...)

[Chorus]
[Hazy, washed-out slacker rock groove returns]
Inked a few words you should've kept to yourself.
Put it all on display, took it off of the shelf.
Now the whole world gets to read your insecurities,
Right there on your chest for everyone to see.
You can break that bottle right on the floor...
You can run and scream, head out the door.
But you ain't hiding from anyone now. 
No, you can't hide that shit.

[Outro]
[Music starts to slowly fade, looping the same lazy, warbling chord progression]
[Vocals: Mumbled, fading drawl]
It's permanent, man.
Can't scratch it off.
Dangerous minds...
(Hope I spelled that right...)
[Final warbling guitar chord rings out and fades into heavy tape static]
[End]

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[Intro] [Slow, lazy drum beat dragging slightly behind the tempo] [A hypnotic, warbling electric guitar drenched in chorus] [Warm tape hiss in the background] [Vocals: A low, mumbled, conversational drawl] (Yeah... hold still, man.) [Verse 1] [Vocals: Sitting lazily in the pocket, trailing off at the ends of the lines] [Music: Hazy, wandering bassline anchors the groove] Just a few stories, some late-night drunk ramblings. Couple of dangerous minds doing some gambling. Room's getting thick with that Camel smoke, Flicking ash in a beer can, man we are broke. (Man, we are fucked up... haha...) Laughing about all these messed up tattoos, Buzzing those black flames with nothing to lose. (Yeah, those flames ain't looking so hot...) [Verse 2] [Guitar adds a few wandering, psychedelic slides] Maybe it's just me... But can we take a second to laugh at what you just drew? I can't believe I'm buzzing this right onto you. Wanted to feel broke, put it right on your skin, Can't scratch it off now, what a mess you are in. It's exactly what you asked for. Now it's permanent. (Yeah... hope that’s how you spell that...) [Chorus] [Music swells slightly, fuzzy and washed out] [Vocals: Floating, cynical, but totally laid back] Inked a few words you should've kept to yourself. Put it all on display, took it off of the shelf. Now the whole world gets to read your insecurities, Right there on your chest for everyone to see. You can break that bottle right on the floor... You can run and scream, head out the door. But you ain't hiding from anyone now, man. No, you can't hide that shit. [Verse 3] [Music pulls back to just the hypnotic acoustic picking and the lazy drum] [Vocals: Apathetic, ball-busting] You wanna hear my story? I'm telling you, this needle's gonna hurt. It's gonna leave a scar, bury it in the dirt. You can think whatever you wanna think about it... But I'm digging it in, so don't even doubt it. It won't break me. (Nothing breaks me, man...) [Bridge] [A slow, heavily saturated instrumental drift] [Electric guitar noodles aimlessly but darkly in the background] [Vocals: Deadpan, dragging out the words with a chuckle] But I'm gonna make you bleed. Yeah, a little pain is exactly what you need. Gotta get right under that ink, Man, I don't give a damn what you think. Yeah, I'm making you bleed. (Stop moving, man... sit still...) [Chorus] [Hazy, washed-out slacker rock groove returns] Inked a few words you should've kept to yourself. Put it all on display, took it off of the shelf. Now the whole world gets to read your insecurities, Right there on your chest for everyone to see. You can break that bottle right on the floor... You can run and scream, head out the door. But you ain't hiding from anyone now. No, you can't hide that shit. [Outro] [Music starts to slowly fade, looping the same lazy, warbling chord progression] [Vocals: Mumbled, fading drawl] It's permanent, man. Can't scratch it off. Dangerous minds... (Hope I spelled that right...) [Final warbling guitar chord rings out and fades into heavy tape static] [End]

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