My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest [bad word] I know

In the factory that you call your mind
Graveyard thoughts of stone
master thief I wouldn't enter there
You've nothing I would care to own, so help me

You're pretending that you got it made
I know you know you know no [bad word] 
You're still serving cookies and kool-aid
You're so proper and so cute

My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest [bad word] I know, so help me