We are all soured milk 
When we look in the mirror, we collapse 
When our time [bad word] 
When our finger’s on the trigger, we collapse 

Arms are flailing 
Swirling like the poison in the sink 

Like the Southern Belle 
Playing songs of horror 
Like teeth amongst the grass 

Like the bullet shell 
Whistle and I’ll hum 
Watch the good [bad word] 

We are all rotten [bad word] 
When the pipeline starts to flowing, we collapse 
When our time [bad word] 
When the courtyard needs a lynching, we collapse 

Arms are failing 
The devil’s in the eye of every man 

Water and the well 
Baptist and a baby 
Were rolling in the weeds 

Keep her spirit well 
The tarpit daughter’s father 
Will lay her out to dry