She wants my way to feel 
And I cut my teeth 
It's more than nine hundred miles 
Oh, I got no more me 
Well, you can make my teeth grind 
You can make my underworld 
It's a bit done well now 
It's a big dark [bad word] 
You sit and watch out for your tails 
Like a poison sold on demand 
Like a hard chance 
Like a pig tail 
I walked myself away 
Well, baby, I'm talked about 
And I felt it grow 
She makes you undefiled now 
And she'll clean my nose 
I looked so Peaceful 
I looked so underworld 
I ain't got no mind 
But I ain't got no tail 
You looked like such a worthy man 
Like a sinner tossed on the wind 
Like a hard sell 
Like I've passed on 
Like a willow thrown away 
On signs I'll walk down for the way 
Like a poison sold on demand 
Like a hard sell 
Like I'm set down 
Like the well one goes away