Oh that I could bend my tongue outwards. Leave your lungs hurting. Tuckin' my shirt in. Pants I wear so well. Cross your t's shirt smells. Worse than your lyin'. Caught my dad cryin'. Loose like the wind. From the rough we get par. Sleet city woman. Waiting to spar. I'm Drowning for your thirst. Drowning for your thirst. Drowning for your thirst. Drowning for your thirst. Getting off the candelabra. We call her Barbara. Breeding like larva. She rabble rousing. Dental surf combat. Get out those hard-hats. And sing us some skat. Blade gushers gush. Chained and perfumed. I don't need a minister to call me a groom. no soap in the john. no soap in the john. no soap in the john. no soap in the john. But I'm rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers). Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers). Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers). Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush. Rattled by the rush.