Why... this is unreal
I can't stand still long enough 
To let myself freak out
Freak out
Hello there fella
Jesus

I'm on the jug again 
With sheaths and pills 
Invading all those stills 
In a hovel of a bed 
I will scream in vain 
Oh please miss Lane 
I'm [bad word] again

And walking through out city's neon lights 
Discussing our whopping sick sequential lines 
Wanna carve out our lives 
Intangible of price 
Trying to find what happened last night 

I came upon your room it stuck into my head 
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice 
You took delight in taking down 
My shielded pride 
Until exposed my darker side 
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin 
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try 
If only for the old times cold times 
Don't go waving your pretentious love

Heaping on loads [bad word] he concocts every painable technique of exposing 
himself to the thrones of eagerly awainting merchant marines
Unaware of his own brooding nature, the ex-biker shreiks back across the infield 
"Lay me down and help despite?" take off their clothes and do dirty unspeakable 
things to the tiny ones waiting by the fishtank to take a bath that will last one 
thousand years

I came into your room it stuck into my head 
We leapt in bed degrading even lice 
With a little pain
My shielded pride 
Until exposed my darker side 
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin 
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try 
If only for the old times 
Don't go wasting your pretentious love

Halfway out of a wheelchair [bad word] ex-patriot art dealer slash pimp shoves cells of 
pure feeling into the mouths of innocent prostitutes begging for a better view of the 
real videos so that their own skulls evaporating into nothing while men of real wealth 
wash their penises in the open sores of one hundred thousand blinded children looking 
for a better place to die
To die x 3

I canna bubba lubba groopa wanna getta [bad word] dubba lubba
lalalala kakakaka buhbuh
????

Echo echo echo echo echo echo mother [bad word] And just chill [bad word]