P.J. Olsson: "Visine" Lyrics

Got my Visine 

Got my box 

Got my wishes 

Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy 

To get me through this minute 

TV star from my childhood 

Come and screw me now 

I am man enough for wooden benches 

Seal this note with my juicer 

Use the liquid from your womb 

Season to taste 

Romeo came with crystal 

Said my house is clean except for this 

And I held up my marijuana 

If you think it's a crime 

I'll take a piss 

A piss on your grave 

Had a dream 'bout Joseph Stalin 

Was his son haulin' out of Moscow 

On a jelly bean with wheels 

There is one thing we have in common 

It's the torture of growing old 

You must stand there now 

You must agree 

The time is near now 

We're children no more 

No more 

No more 

No more 

No more 

The ozone like a clit 

Dripping sunshine on my lips 

Call me social disaster 

There's still me comin' after 

A piss on your grave 

Got my Visine 

Got my box 

Got my wishes 

Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy 

To get me through this minute 

My wishes 

This minute 

My wishes 

This minute 

My wishes 

This minute