Atmosphere: Hair

And she still wonders why I'm so insecure, shegiggles cuz I sleep with a..." (sample from "Body Pillow")Girl: Could I throw, like, pennies on stage? So Icouldn't be a fuckin groupie and just fuck you cuzyou're on stage and others of us want to fuck you?Slug: See bands like us don't get groupiesGirl: NoSlug: YeaGirls: You're so full of bullshitSlug: No, its not full of shit, I mean, have you everheard our songs? I mean, basically... exactly, that's what I'm sayingSmile, smile with me, smile with me, smile with me,please won't you smile, smile with me, smile with me,smile with me, please won't you...Oh look at her she's lookin as good as dinnerand she's lookin back at me as if maybe I'm a winnerI'm in my late twenties little girl don't flirt with meI've got the capabilities to program your circuitryYou don't have to believe, do yourself a little justicedon't let Slug undercook your muffinsOh wait, did I say that? I did? Must be losing itcuz it almost felt that it might just have some truth in itNow back to the platter at handshe said she's 21 and quit school to go work for the manA switch up in the plan, now she's happy as a choruscuz now she makes rent and now she drives a TaurusUnwindin and hangin out at the barI wonder if she knows that I'm not really a starShe seems to be impressed with my lack of an ego andmy self-aware style, I like the way that she smilesShe wanna know how I find the words I useI don't really know but I can lie if you want me toAngels sing to me in my sleepI sold my damaged soul for the magic of speakNow she's laughin, she likes the sarcasmNaturally, I'm askin if she's got a captainA captain? You mean a man at home? The answer is noI came to this bar aloneWell heaven's to Betty, enough about boyfriends alreadyjust tryin to keep the conversation pettyAs much as I would love to run and play in the forestain't no way this girl is gonna break into my fortressI've never made a practice, of introducing the mattressto women that I meet at my own gigI don't know, can't imagine anything as small asalcohol and hormones turning out to be anything bigBaby's hella beautiful, even kinda brightI've got the fire of a vampire inside me tonightIt might be alright, everything seems tightI've got a good buzz and she's giving me the green lightSo tell me girl, what you doin after?She says hopefully hangin out with my new favorite rapperNow wait a minute, thats not fair, you're throwin bouldersI can tell by the way your hair touches your shouldersBe straight with me and I'll be mean with youI can think of some of us that we should doSo if you think I'm coming home with you tonightyou're probably right(probably right)A few more beers, a couple more laughs,undressing my past with the questions she askedYes, I love cats and I would love to take a bathIf I would spend the night, would you massage my back?She's closin in for the embraceand slightly tucks her head under my faceher hair smells so good, I gotta have a tastewhere's your Ford, let's ditch this placeIn the parking lot, she sparked it offshe must be starving for someone to hit the heartI've never been kissed with such passionate blisspornstar damn near tore my lips aparthoney slow it up, hold it up, start the car andleave this garage, lets go to your apartmentLendale Avenue, on the way to her resther drunk ass turns to look at me and she says,"You're so beautiful from the hair to the soulI can't believe that I've never met you beforeit feels like I've been waiting for you my whole life."She missed the red light, hit a pickup truck and we both died