Lyrics:

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

Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)