These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue,      I paint them lavender, turn a tattoo into bruise      She says I'm mediocre and I guess that's very true      She wants to chastise me for things I did not do      You go girl!      Help me, I'm burning,      Help me, I'm turning,      Help me, I'm burning up!      These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue,      I paint them cherry red, turn a tattoo into bruise      You go girl!      Help me, I'm burning,      Help me, I'm turning,      Help me, I'm burning up!      Cream corn, cream corn in my ear       The slum of hatred I can't hear       Please look at me I'm so twisted       And burn me with that skeleton breath      Cream corn, cream corn, man made freak      Sew my lips so I can't speak      Tell me that I cannot hate      Hate pretty baby I cannot relate