Beer Graffiti Walls Lyrics

I'm filling the synaptic gaps inside my brain
One more shot and my liver starts calling me Shane

Vomit pigs and urine stalls
Broken knuckles and beer, graffiti walls...

If I trashed all my beliefs and plans
You could be my woman and I could be your man

Combat boots and overalls
Anarchy love and beer, graffiti walls...

Pens and walls and bathroom stalls... a potent
combination
The beer is cheap, the talk is too... a dead-end
situation

I'm hanging out talking Tom Stoppard and Travesties
Lenin, James Joyce, Tristan Tzara and me

We're smudging the line between the workers' calls
And the petty bourgeois with beer, graffiti walls...

If art is life, and life is work, then where's the
workers' art?
A cult of the individual has left us in the dark

I'm so full of shit it makes me drool
'Cause I learned all my Marxism in school I've got all day to write battle calls and manifestos
on beer, graffiti walls...

And freeing the masses shouldn't be so hard
I'll put the whole thing on my dad's credit card

I'm starting to think that life is like a shit sandwich
Because it seems to me the more bread you've got, the
less shit you have to eat
And why can't people commit random acts of kindness,
and senseless acts of beauty?
You know, like Ramone and Louise, 100% true love
forever

Yeah, we're going up, yeah, we're going up, yeah, we're
going up
But then we're coming down, coming down, coming way,
way, way down
Too cool for school and too dumb for the real world
Johnny started a band
And started picking up pointers from beer, graffiti
walls
But if he tells me, "Die for race and nation!"
I'll say, "Die, nazi motherf*cker!!!!"
And, "Militant dykes kick ass!!!"

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