Serching for blood in the salty sea,the sun beating down on the chest and back of me looking for [bad word] 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 [bad word] pollinate me" Across the room,i hope to wacth you writhe again soon THey've can't hear you noeI've got the [bad word] in my venis and these furrowed brows You've got this one last chance to [bad word] me [bad word] 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