Pink Wonton

It’s the way that your kiss condemns me
Makes me feel like I’m in Guantanamo
Hide down where your fingertips tore me
You treated me like a feral animal
Poor Percy rotting in the Amazon
A doomed man lost in limbo
Has a better chance in hell than I do
Of keeping cool
Too uncouth for you
From the udder to the mouth
We’re all biding our time
From the uterus to the ground
And our hearts are cunning
(Like a lizard in the sun)
When they want something
(Like poison, pink wonton)
Throw you under a bus
Grind your teeth to dust
You hide in the dark
And you suck your thumb
I shave my head as you bury all your baggage
In the bed of another dumb cock-smith
I don’t sleep just to dull my memories
Of how you love like an overseer’s horsewhip
Waterboard me with «Call Me Maybe»
Looping on an endless repeat
Ain’t got nothing on the kiss you gave me
So cruel so sweet
Bang bang pow
You’re dead
Ooh, Ooh, what’s your popo making? (x12)