Come On Baby, Dig!

The word is, I do it too much

Can somebody please, give me something to suck

Alone on the continent, and it's still looking up

The death behind the shit-post saga of no idea

Aphrodite's boozy trauma, death on the other line

And it's still getting harder

Listen up, it's a crime, I'll be fine

Dying at twenty five

It's just the room that we were at the start

The last lived elastic parts

I'm a boy of the arts

The studs guide to unnatural power

From superman to John Superman in a couple of hours

Death on the other line

Now Satan's my father

Listen up, call it love, it's a crime

Dying at twenty five

It's just a room that it was at the start

The last lived elastic parts

We're all bound for the earth

So come around, baby

I'm waiting to dig around in the dirt

(I should text her)