Lyrics

and i don't know where to begin
it's not like that
and i don't know where to begin
it's not like that

she'll punch me til i hit the ground
make me mutter like the bettys pound
it's not the paste that dated that lucky other one to bathe

now we're flailing on the brute side
now we're mating on the strychnine
now we're graded on the turnstile
the parade was seen on the gaze