Eat My Dust You Insensitive Fuck

I think I have the best of me Inside my head No one else competes with me I think I'm great Got spirit tucked away inside I know the ghosts of angel notes to kiss Everything I sing is part of this Got honey brushed across my lips I know, I know, I know, I know If you can call this luck If you can call this luck If you can miss this much Eat my dust you insensitive f*ck Eat my dust you insensitive f*ck Eat my dust