I'm lazy, you know it   I'm ready for the second show   Amazin' thing growin'   Just waitin' for the juice to flow      But you're so very picturesque   You're so very cold   Tastes like roses on your lips but   Graveyards on your soul      I'm hurtin', I'm walkin'   I'm achin' for another go   You're squirmin', wet baby   Nothing bad comin' very slow   And it's burnin' holes in me      You're so very picturesque   You're so very cold   Tastes like roses on you lips but   Graveyards on your soul      One spastic explosion   Two pressure cookers go insane   It makes me act crazy   I shiver but I love this game      But you're so very ordinary   You're so very lame   Tastes like whiskey on your breath and   Earthworms rule your brain