The Buck Pets - Shave lyrics

We are riders on a caffeine binge In our good shoes and our messed up skin Breaking down and starting over again Moving forward against the sun Loaded head, empty hands Ready to go, and making it better I saw the stars dancing in his eyes And the blood beneath his face Feeling bitter and drunk with desire He'd do anything to get a taste A clean blade, plenty to gain Sharp and cold, ready to go Shave, cut you clean Shave, cut you clean A desperate man, he turns his head from temptation But money is power and greed is a seed Now he's got a garden growing in his head And a vacuum where his soul used to be Shave, cut you clean Shave, cut you clean Shave, cut you clean Shave, cut you clean Shave . . . .