[Verso 1]
Was it my teeth or my tongue that said, "Glue shut your lips, let us take a rest"?
Oh, my mouth is a factory for every toxic part of speech I spew
Late, languorous, and afraid to ask
Caught my reflection in some seawashed glass
Oh, my face is unable to convey how very awfully I'm doing
[Hook]
Laugh out of habit at the lump schematics
I smoked my senses, it made me so demented
I see me and you with the kennel cough
Signaling the sleuth of the trail we trot
Expansion rattles out this old lump
[Verso 2]
Bats get bristled, the imps heat up
Spoon out the sweet stuff for street-wise smut
Oh, my gut absorbs the fiercest blows, you never thought you'd have to throw
[Hook]
Laugh out of habit at the lump schematics
My psychic tenses make me so defensive
I see me and you in the tiger tank
Swimmin' as they yowl, soon they're tearing us
Limb from every limb to the kennel cough
Limb from every limb to the--
[Conclusi�n]
Don't even care if they take my legs
I've limped before, I could limp again
Though my limp is not able to display how very awfully I'm doing