Filth

Making love to mama in the bacon grease Gonna find my home Gonna make my lease St. Christopher laying down my neck Ya gonna chew my ear Im gonna f*ck your neck I got cars and I got csars Gonna tear my nails Im gonna lick your scars Nothin' much to lose If you've got nothin' to spare Cracked up leather and sun bleached hair Out is all I've known But weeds grow to stand Cause the weight of this world They gonna blow like sin Free coke party at bologna land I ain't got no shame to give away or send Making my coffee in a drainage ditch Gonna shake your ass while I get rich Open sores to settle scores From eating window pane and screaming on my floor Open eyes to reach him through the sands To question where you were with men To know where you would stand and see To burn it all to be with thee To understand to go And breath to stand to know To try to leave To stand your ground To live a lie To never know where you could try To feel as someone's other nigh To know that you're the only guy To know that you would sit and stye To think about the things inside To understand where I would go To always make it to the show To never know where I had been To always see and know this sin Digging my feet in the peanut shells I'm gonna taste your skin Gonna huff your smell Licking that mud off my finger tips Gonna stare you down while granny moves those hips Propped right up on thrones of broken glass Checking me for ticks while I bathe in ash