Cholla

I use a lot of lip balm in this desert town
 Chk-a-pow
 Reek of Listerine
 I wipe sweat from my brow
 Oh, how can I confess
 My crimes?
 Oh, how can I confess
 My crimes
 When I believe I've done nothing wrong?
 Words and symbols for me have flexible meanings
 Malleable is the code that defines my world
 Gunplay in the distance as I laze around
 Mumbled wow
 My piano is my puzzle
 But I won't solve it in a day
 Oh, how can I confess
 My crimes?
 Oh, how can I confess
 My crimes
 When I believe I've done nothing wrong?
 There is a maze of feelings inside of me
 But I know this to be holy and true
 The purpose of grass is to be cut
 And the purpose of cholla is to cut you