Blue Turk

I'm lazy, you know it

I'm ready for the second show

Amazin' thing growin'

Just waitin' for the juice to flow

You're so very picturesque

You're so very cold

Tastes like roses on your breath

But graveyards on your soul

I'm hurtin', I'm wantin'

I'm achin' for another go

You're squirmin' wet, baby

Nothin' bad comin' very slow

And it's burnin' holes in me

You're so very picturesque

You're so very cold

It tastes like roses on your breath

But graveyards on your soul

One spastic explosion

Two pressure cookers go insane

It makes me act crazy

I shiver but I love this game

You're so very ordinary

You're so very lame

Tastes like whiskey on your lips

And earthworms rule your brain