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-ooh) (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