Why... this is unreal
I can't stand still long enough
To let myself freak out
Freak out
Hello there fella
Jesus

I'm on the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh please miss Lane
I'm [bad word] again

And walking through out city's neon lights
Discussing our whopping sick sequential lines
Wanna carve out our lives
Intangible of price
Trying to find what happened last night

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
My shielded pride
Until exposed my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

Heaping on loads [bad word] he concocts every painable technique of exposing
himself to the thrones of eagerly awainting merchant marines
Unaware of his own brooding nature, the ex-biker shreiks back across the infield
"Lay me down and help despite?" take off their clothes and do dirty unspeakable
things to the tiny ones waiting by the fishtank to take a bath that will last one
thousand years

I came into your room it stuck into my head
We leapt in bed degrading even lice
With a little pain
My shielded pride
Until exposed my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go wasting your pretentious love

Halfway out of a wheelchair [bad word] ex-patriot art dealer slash pimp shoves cells of
pure feeling into the mouths of innocent prostitutes begging for a better view of the
real videos so that their own skulls evaporating into nothing while men of real wealth
wash their penises in the open sores of one hundred thousand blinded children looking
for a better place to die
To die x 3

I canna bubba lubba groopa wanna getta [bad word] dubba lubba
lalalala kakakaka buhbuh
 ????

Echo echo echo echo echo echo mother [bad word] 
And just chill [bad word]