The Writhing South

(альбом: ...Is A Real Boy - 2004)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ok

Searching for blood in the salty sea
The sun beating down on the chest in back of me
Looking for drugs in a southern town
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I've got this red right hand that points me south
The puke green clouds just spat me out into the hot heartland
I landed with no chute.

I hear
"Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me, hey"

Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you writhe again soon.

Alright we're gonna do it again for ya now. Okay YEAH....OH YEAH....YEAH!

They've got the army of ears; they can't hear you now
I got the piss in my veins in these furrowed brows
You've got this one last change to burn me, turn me down
If not I've got these last 12 bucks to spend on you
You can take me anywhere your sick mind wants to
I'll use your South to fuel me, using you.

I hear
"Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me, hey"

Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you writhe again soon.

I hear
"Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me, hey"

Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.