Im lazy you know it Im ready for the second show
Amazing thing growing just waitin for the juice to flow

But youre so very picturesque youre so very cold
Tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul

Im hurting Im wanting Im aching for another go
Youre squirming wet baby nothing bad comin very slow
And its burning holes in me

Youre so very picturesque youre 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
Youre so very ordinary youre so very lame
Tastes like whiskey on your lips and earthworms rule your brain