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
But 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
(Whoa-oh)
(Mm!)
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