Blue)
   (Hot)
  
   I'm lazy
   You know it
   I'm ready for the second show
   Amazin
   Thing growin
   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 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
  
   (Whoa-oh)
   (Mm!)
  
   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