This is a David Bowie, Billy Idol, and perhaps Deftones inspired rocker with a little bit of Southern Twang.  It's about 'stirring' up the pot.

Churn

It has a Beach Boys- Brian Wilson inspired chorus.  Fugazi Light made its way into the verse.  The pulsing kick drum will initially mislead you, making you believe it's destined to be a dance number.

The song is about the virtue of vice.

Bacon And Cigarettes

I'm Gonna Burn Your House Down If You Don't Give Me Back My Rainbow

Lida

Ooo I get The Deja Vu when
ooo I really look at you.

Woke this morning, grabbed my notebook,
read aloud and threw it away cuz the
words on the page of a drunken rage should
never see the light of day.
I'm going to work and work all day just
mixing mud for bricks to lay.
Bricks are heavy and drinks are light.
It's bricks in the morning and drinks at night.

Beautiful Lida pure Afghan, who's face I'll never see again-
On Magazine Street we was dancing to the beat of the
Nineteen-eighties and the people that we meet would 
join on in and take a spin and blend into the world again.
Upside down I was hanging from your door 
until you got mad and kicked me out your door.

Ooo I get The Deja Vu when
ooo I really look at you.

Thinking about things that one must do cuz
in this life you gotta look out for you.
Easy come less easy go.
Hearts beat fast that now beat slow.
Days gone by like an ice cream cone on a
hot summer's day my freezer brain burned by
saccharine words yea words too sweet that
only seize when lips do meet.
Something's going down don't know what it is.
Somebody's watching and we know who it is.
Ten long years in New Orleans gives me
five t-shirts and four pair of jeans.

Ooo I get The Deja Vu when
ooo I really look at you etc...

Lida

I built a wind of slanted smoke.
I built a wind of blue.
I placed my hands above your knee
and had my way with you.
When we said goodbye we knew
you'd never be the same again.
Then I smuggled dope across the line
drenched in the blood of men.

On and on it goes,

ya break what you can't live without and

it's my lot to pay.
It's my lot to pay.

I left you tied in silken thread.
I left you without voice.
A subtle moan, a gentle sweat-
and you with little choice-

On and on it goes,

ya break what you can't live without and

it's my lot to pay.

Gunsy Reynalds

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