Mudbath

now I feel it again it's the old silent friend having a feast in my lungs every now every then there's a tickle within and it scares me to death you have heard it all before you don't want to hear no more 'cause you know which way it goes on my cold bathroom floor I lay down 'till I'm sore pouring mud on my skin 'cause I feel it again it's the old cytoid friend may he choke in the mud you have heard it all before..