I PUSH THE LIMITS OF GOOD TASTE
WHENEVER I OPEN MY MOUTH
YOU GOT A WORM IN YOUR EAR
LIKE CHECKOV FROM KAHN
SHAME! SHAME!
I HIT A NEW KIND OF LOW.
ALL THE WAY FROM SOUTH DAKOTA
LIKE A GREEN LEPRACHAUN
SHE GOT A SUN DRESS IN HEAT
HE GOT HIS LATEX GLOVES ON
SHAME! SHAME!
I HIT A NEW KIND OF LOW.
AND IF YOU EVER COME HERE
YOU'RE TWEAKING ON THE PHONE
"I GOT A NEW CONNECTION"
I NEVER LEAVE THE LIGHT ON
SHAME! SHAME!
I HIT A NEW KIND OF LOW...
[B) COMA]
ALL THE TIME,
A LOSS.
BLACK LIKE YOU WERE BLESSED,
I WAS SOBERED BLIND.
LET YOU TAKE ME THERE
AND LAUGHED LOUD WHEN THEY FOUND
I WAS DEVOURED. DEVOURED.
DEVOURED.
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