Blue Turk

I'm lazy you know it I'm ready for the second show Amazing thing growing just waitin for the juice to flow But you're so very picturesque you're so very cold Tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul I'm hurting I'm wanting I'm aching for another go You're squirming wet baby nothing bad comin' very slow And it's burning 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 whoa hmm 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