Tattoos
Steve Albini, Bob Weston, Todd Trainer
What's the panic with you?
Your urgent need to mingle
Press the flesh and smell my breath
Can't you just fuckin' wait?
How many people did you kill?
Argue it with that kid
You got ghosts chasin' you now, in your truck
Ghosts got a ghost truck
They say time waits for no one
You couldn't be more wrong
Time is patient, like a hunter waiting for
You to come along
Even if I give you the out
Of not knowing what the fuck this is about
We should raise a ghost army
Volunteer ghosts, enlisted ghosts
Help the living help the dead with their tools
We'll tattoo the names of the dead
Tattoo their names
Tattoo thе names of the dead
On your hands