Stuck pig

Lay down this latrine in nailbomb,
in the city of molotov,
in the province of gun,
in a whole off the highway
in the land of two suns.
Sometimes i get pissed
when
my blow goes like a quickie in the snow
But i'm sure i'll go down inside.
i chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
the seed of a bastard.
alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
on the feet of a dragon.
Some nights the wind pipe's covered in dope.
i pray it be covered in a rope.
Me, me, me.
grief, grief, grief.
beat the heat.
But i'm sure i'll go down inside.
i chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
the seed of a bastard.
grunt f***.
grin f***.
push her in the snow f***!
The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.