I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] than have you in my heart
I'd rather have you out of my life than have you tear it apart
It took some time to realize, what I knew from the start
I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] 
[bad word] in my mouth
And balls on my chin
And a belly full of ****** [bad word] addled in AIDS
Than have you in my heart

Ten years ago, give a day or so, you left without goodbye
And the only thing you didn't take 
Were the tears in my eyes 
And I cried myself a river
Then I drank that river dry
So when you showed up yesterday
And said "Is it okay if [bad word] back to stay?"
Well, let me think about it.
Well I've got to say.

I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] than have you in my heart
I'd rather have you out of my life than have you tear it apart
It took some time to realize, what I knew from the start
I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] 
[bad word] in my mouth
And balls on my chin
And a belly full of ****** [bad word] addled in AIDS
Than have you in my heart

(he'd rather have a [bad word] in his [bad word]  a [bad word] in his mouth,
And balls on his chin, and a belly full of ****** [bad word] 
Addled in AIDS, than have you in his heart)

Since you've been gone
I've been getting it on 
With anyone with the time to give
From old and dry
To young and shy
To much too young to live
From stern to bow
From pink to brown
And any alternative
So when you say you want me back
Hmmmmm. let me think about that....
..Well, I've thought about it.
I'll try to be a diplomat

I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] than have you in my heart
I'd rather have you out of my life than have you tear it apart
It took some time to realize, what I knew from the start
I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] 
[bad word] in my mouth
And balls on my chin
And a belly full of ****** [bad word] addled in AIDS
And blow Down Syndrome stillborn children
Covered in [bad word] 
While I finger my daddy
And my family is watching
As they're licking my [bad word] 
Than have you in my heart

(he'd rather have a [bad word] in his [bad word]  a [bad word] in his mouth,
And balls on his chin, and a belly full of ****** [bad word] 
addled in AIDS, and blow Down Syndrome stillborn
children, covered in [bad word] while his daddy is watching
and his family is watching as they're licking his [bad word] 
than have you in his heart)

How dare you show your face around 
this dirty old town again?
I'm hearing tales of the guys you nailed
And how he's chasing men
So then you end up in the arms of a bearded [bad word] 
And now you're here before my eyes
You [bad word] inside?
Well let me think a while.

I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] than have you in my heart
I'd rather have you out of my life than have you tear it apart
It took some time to realize, what I knew from the start
I'd rather have a [bad word] in my [bad word] 
[bad word] in my mouth
And balls on my chin
And a belly full of ****** [bad word] addled in AIDS
And dig my grandma out of the ground
And stick my bone in the [bad word] #39;s face
Going in and out
And in and out
And shoot my juice all over the place
Than have you in my heart

(he'd rather have a [bad word] in his [bad word]  a [bad word] in his mouth,
And balls on his chin, and a belly full of ****** [bad word] 
addled in AIDS, and dig his grandma out of the ground
and bury his face in her private place 'til all he can 
taste is toxic waste and get his granddad on the phone
who's dying alone in a nursing home, and stick his phone
in the [bad word] #39;s face, going in and out and in and out and 
shoots his juice all over the place going in and out and 
in and out.)