Making mattress

I want to brush against the nap
I’d scratch that woman’s eyes out
her eyes were popping out of her head
she has an uncle who is mad:
a jackass as ugly as sin
personification of shame
blessed are the poor in spirit
in the end the fact remains the same:

It is not for you to judge me
I am still stoned, as you can see
sink in a swimming pool of sins
my driving license cries

I see two cars in front of me
but I know that they must be just one
thousands of lights break my mind
the street seems a snake seven miles long
I think that’s what Jim wanted to tell:
drive on a highway straight to hell
blessed are the poor in spirit
in the end the fact remains the same:

It is not for you to judge me
I am still stoned, as you can see
sink in a swimming pool of sins
my driving license cries

It is not for you to judge me
I am still stoned, as you can see
sink in a swimming pool of…