Dead Insects - Mondo Generator

Well, someone liked my girl and I, I don’t mean

Nose picking soapbox some which just stand

I’ll chafe red from scratching from the fleas

The couch that came to call me as she steps on me

Something about her that would melt a man

I’m not hitting in streaks

But I sure nail some ass

Well I was about to touch myself when

When I get nice

All the coal could turn to pure water

Peering out bug eyes

I board the air express, yeah, well

I’m real clean

Real filth in tired matches

It can’t be seen

Yeah, puts up and milks it

He’s gotta look out

Randy little bastard skipping stars just to get to me

Something wrong with the steps of man

Think I’ll go down to Roswell and get me an alien hand

Can I push you over my knee

But it’s not enough for your insipid ass

I found dead insects and cockbull

Last time you left with that yellow trash

Her mind can’t budge, she sees a frigid ass

Yeah

Repaint the lines

So you believe the stuff raid

Repaint the lines

So you believe the mistake