Oh that I could bend   My tongue outwards   Leave your lungs hurting   Tuckin' my shirt in      Pants I wear so well   Cross your T's shirt smells   Worse than your lyin'   Caught my dad cryin'      Loose like the wind   From the rough we get par   Sleet city woman   Waiting to spar      I'm drowning for your thirst   Drowning for your thirst   Drowning for your thirst   Drowning for your thirst      Getting off the candelabra   We call her Barbara   Breeding like larva   She rabble rousing      Dental surf combat   Get out those hard-hats   And sing us some skat   Blade gushers gush   Chained and perfumed   I don't need a minister to call me a groom      No soap in the John   No soap in the John   No soap in the John   No soap in the John      But I'm rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush      Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   (Makes you wanna say your prayers)      Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   (Makes you wanna say your prayers)      Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   (Makes you wanna say your prayers)      Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   Rattled by the rush   (Makes you wanna say your prayers)