Oh, that I could bend my tongue outwards
Leave your lungs hurting
Tuckin my shirt in
Pants I wear so well
Cross your ts 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

Im 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 dont 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 Im 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)