Serching for blood in the salty sea,the sun beating down on the chest and back of me looking for drugs in a southern town(Hey,hey,hey,hey!)
I've got this red right hand that points me souththe puke green cloud just spat me out into the hot heartland where I've landed with no chute
i hear
"hey come pollinate me" Across the room,i hope to wacth you writhe again soon THey've can't hear you noeI've got the piss in my venis and these furrowed brows You've got this one last chance to brun me,trun me downIf not,I've got these last twelve bucks to spend on youYou can take me anywhere your sick mind wants toI'll use your south to fuel me,using you