Lyrics Grand Mal Blues - Dead Rider

Grand Mal Blues

Impossible!
There is an opposable thumb
The great pacifier
Set to glass typewriter
Digital bubble pop and puke
And those drums oooh
You’re a real snare strainer
Air complainer
You could press a wish and make it come true
But you hit he nose, a hollow gesture
Set the aggression
All impotent rage as seen from above
You could hitch a ride but you can’t lead the way
Even now you hide in the back and watch the others attack
And wait for ol' Caesar to bring you forth and give his verdict
Grand mal blues