I'm lazy you know it I'm ready for the second show

Amazing thing growing just waitin for the juice to flow

But you're so very picturesque you're so very cold

Tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul

I'm hurting I'm wanting I'm aching for another go

You're squirming wet baby nothing bad comin' very slow

And it's burning holes in me

You're so very picturesque you're so very cold

It tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul whoa hmm

One spastic explosion two pressure cookers go insane

It makes me act crazy I shiver but I love this game

You're so very ordinary you're so very lame

Tastes like whiskey on your lips and earthworms rule your brain.