Shoot Up With God
Vendetta Red Lyrics


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I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.
Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth.
Stare forever in the face until the fever runs out.
You know you love the taste of tetnis.
So pucker up and praise the slum lord.
Shoot up with god.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Vendetta Red's song Shoot Up With God are quite dark and graphic, painting a picture of a drug addict poking themselves with a rusty syringe to get their fix. The opening line "I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe" suggests that the person is so desperate for their next hit that they're willing to use any means necessary, even if it's dangerous and unsanitary. The lyric "Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal" seems to be a reference to the way that drug use can distort a person's reality and make them feel detached from the world around them.


The following lines are a little more abstract, drawing a connection between the drug addiction and feelings of isolation and desperation. The lyric "Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth" suggests that the person is searching for some kind of escape or release, but they can't find it. The reference to staring "forever in the face" suggests that the singer is confronting their demons head-on, but they're not making any progress. The final lines "You know you love the taste of tetnis. So pucker up and praise the slum lord. Shoot up with god" are perhaps the most haunting of all, suggesting that the person has accepted their addiction as a part of who they are and is willing to do anything to feed it, even if that means metaphorically 'praising the slum lord'.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
I'm impulsively harming myself using a dirty needle and causing unpredictable and chaotic damage.


Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.
This painful addiction feels like a minor harm that's only possible in dreams.


Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth.
My fantasies about Parisian romance and liberation fuel my addiction.


Stare forever in the face until the fever runs out.
I'm enduring this addiction indefinitely until I'm released from this feverish state.


You know you love the taste of tetnis.
You're aware that you crave the rush of pain and danger that comes from doing something unclean.


So pucker up and praise the slum lord.
Prepare to accept and love the squalor and hardship that comes with addiction.


Shoot up with god.
Surrender your will and consciousness completely to your addiction and let it become your deity.




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