Lyrics My Desert Soul - Psychopunch

My Desert Soul

I struggle for nothing, I don’t wanna move ahead
There’s got to be something, it might as well be dead
Here comes a new one, put out the light
My kind of fun, it’s out of sight
Ain’t looking for glory baby you know I’m not that kind
Down here for nothing and it really blows my mind
It makes you weap, don’t make me laugh
He’s a motherfucking creep, he won’t splitt it in half
Nothing ever bleeds
Until the day you bite the hand that feeds
Straight thru my soul
Let the good times roll
Strung out for days — 47 ways
Way past the midnight hour
I fall apart like a long gone lover
Let the good times roll
My desert soul
I’m halfway in, where the hell are you?
Pretty close to sin, how about you?
Up tight baby where the wolfbane blooms
Sticky fingers in to much to soon
Cause I, I will never hesitate
Born to love, given to hate
Just like the trigger of a gun it wants my soul
And it’s out of control