Going South - Teeth, Tongue

Take what you want

Then take more

I won’t stab you that’s for sure

I need a man

Just like a man

In every way except for one

Wake up early

Get up late

Drink a river and a lake

I can’t believe the good you see

Between my eyes and my mind

But it’s all going south just the way that we planned it

Wicked visions out of habit

And everybody thinks we’ve got a mind of our own

Is every man

A virus

To his own sense

Is every man

A virus

To his own sense

Oh

Come on take a video on your phone

For the small black screen

Before it’s o-

Before it’s o-

Before it’s on

I can’t tell you

The things I’ve seen

As hours and totally preserve anything

Watch my fear and my eyes

I’m sure it’ll all come clear and bright

In its own time

But it’s all going south

Just the way that we planned it

And given the crazy

It’s all out of habit

Like every body

Thought out of mind of our own

Is every man

A virus

To his own sense

Is every man

A virus

To his own sense