Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil holler downstairs

while i drive i want to watch you

buttercup coming through the fog

dying of boredom i'll try it all

sixteen olive skin bound by a voice

i don't want to go but i want it well

at least you fucking care dying of

boredom i'll try it all i'll be faint like a

crook it looks and feels great but

look at what it's doing to you but

that's ok look at how it feels.