Alex Chellsen - Varicose Veins (B-Side) lyrics

[Hook]- Whipped into shape like I'm chained Skin scraped, varicose veins Oh god, oh god, your hand feels like the strike of a rod [Verse 1]- Flirtin' with Disaster like I have a Molly Hatchet mastered Psych, I'm no Carlton La**iter Danger makes my heart beat faster than the pulse of a flux capacitor I'm a ghostly little boy like Casper, it would be wry to say I was a catcher I might hold water, but I always still feel like I'm drained The sunniest days are always followed by a lot of rain If there is no pleasure without pain Why is happiness I can't obtain? [Verse 2]- Every decision is an admission to prison Boxed in, I'm conditioned like Skinner's pigeons Free will I'm given over the life that I'm living I may hold the key, but I'm too weak to twist the ignition Up a creek without a paddle, my equipment is insufficient If God gives more than I can handle, I'm not fit for this position By helplessness I'm driven to halt my life in submission When I run against nature's course, we crash in a head-on collision