Blue Turk

I'm lazy, you know it I'm ready for the second show Amazin' thing growin' Just waitin' for the juice to flow You're so very picturesque You're so very cold Tastes like roses on your breath But graveyards on your soul I'm hurtin', I'm wantin' I'm achin' for another go You're squirmin' wet, baby Nothin' bad comin' very slow And it's burnin' holes in me You're so very picturesque You're so very cold It tastes like roses on your breath 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 You're so very ordinary You're so very lame Tastes like whiskey on your lips And earthworms rule your brain