Cholla

I use a lotta' lip balm In this desert town Chk-a-pow Wreak of Listerine I wipe sweat from my brow Oh how can I confess my crimes Oh how can I confess my crimes When I believe I've done nothing wrong Words and symbols for me have flexible meanings Malleable is the code that defines my world Gunplay in the distance As I laze around Mumbled wow My piano is my puzzle But I won't solve it in a day Oh how can I confess my crimes Oh how can I confess my crimes When I believe I've done nothing wrong There is a maze of feelings inside of me But I know this to be holy and true The purpose of grass is to be cut And the purpose of cholla is to cut you