Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue   In a circular motion   Tie it off, cause it will bleed      There is no sound in here   A dim bulb swinging slowly      As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested   As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell   The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell   All our lives will get tried      Sugar cut eighty-eight percent, doggy style pin prick   Seventies bush, eighties bald      There is no sound in here   A dim bulb swinging slowly      There went my precious self   Last chance to see where prayer will lead you...      As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested   As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell   The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell   All our lives will get tried      Test it, study it   Think about it when you're lying in a ditch