[Intro: Rob Sonic]
Bobby at the ready steady watching the wave
Shotgunning Dewar’s through a washing machine
Pile-up pimping every possible page
So help me if I jockey over gods I’ve enraged
Dive to the drapes, a starting event
And you don’t want them seeing that I’m starving to death
Pardon my French but I’ve formed all I can
Now it’s time to pay the piper back at Marlboro Ridge

[Verse: Rob Sonic]
Bars over bread, I work when it storms
So this is it, baby get the “Worst in…” award
You heard this before, but not from a priest
That doesn’t play and undertakes the gospel of greed
The fossils and freaks, the nostrils and teeth
And every fucking thing you thought I’d bottle and bleat
Modeled antique, and sold to a suit
The problem is that olive is too bold for your blues
Either clovers collude and decide where they live
And the daisies just get pushed up by the dyes in your drip
For the Tinier Tims, the tool lift the clothes
If you smell me don’t you tell me that’s a cue for cologne
There’s rules of the road in my part of the pond
My other name is mud, my other car is your mom’s
There’s a scar in my teeth, but so is my tongue
And that mark of the beast will be a mole in a month
And that hole in my head’ll have to heal on its own
And that pit in my stomach will just feel like my phone
You conceal it with soap, and co-sign the fees
If you lay down with dogs you must be fine with the fleas
You decry and decree, and upsell until
That “Made in USA” means if you break you get billed
Fawn over filth, and forced us to deal
Change the lord of the flies to a forkful of feels
Scorching the fields, in gasoline shoes
I had to re-learn to walk, and how to eat food
Proudly remove me, the caution of crimes
You can swim with the fishes while I march with the dimes
March with the dimes
March with the dimes