Licence to Defile

I'm great, thanks for asking
And flashing out a California smile
I'd love to cut your throat now
But cannot get a clearance to defile
Such a perfect brain fart
Or whatnot, I'm just preaching to your storm
Want to know how it feels like?
Come then, my sweet child of sacred corn

Maybe I will cry tomorrow, maybe I will cry

Oh how you make me feel like
A roadkill that has never seen a road
Is this all I am now
Bilge water leaking out of your love boat?

Maybe I will cry tomorrow
Maybe I will try
To kill myself
Just to see you cry
Never hurts to try