What that was I'll explain
See I came, felt so bad
So bad... So bad...
Taste all things dressed with
That first stab
First stab! First stab!
All things dressed with that first stab!
That baseless stab!
The paint of shame, dripped
Down my hand!

Ugh!

You don't want to make it
Easy, that's right
You could miss some muscle
Being uptight

You don't want to make it
Maybe, that's right
You could miss some muscle
Being uptight

Still I
Can't go back to that bar [x58]

Laughing along
You're a good child

You have seasoned me with
Badness, but I am no fool!
I blow it off!
A subtle seasoning of
Sadness, but every
Morning new I blow it off!
Merely a seasoning of
Badness, but every
Morning new I blow it off!
You have seasoned me with
Badness, but I am no fool!
I blow it off!