I know I know I know shut up

killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down
I've been shown these wrong ways I know, know, know
I now own all these wrong ways I've been shown
I know - shut up.

All the rapists keep asking me for cigarettes
I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement
and pray that yeah I have two legs, LeeAnn she has one.
she .. has .. one
I .. have .. two
I know I know! shut up.

my own notions go a-choking my throat
all bad thoughts still afloat
around in a fury luring me into one big abyss
of hit and miss I empty all of this

Johnny Walkaround
my ninety pound brain cloud of how?