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…