Born again virgin just to slut yourself out again,
maybe if I kiss your neck and shout in your ear you'll recognize my voice it's deep and blunt,
and you can attach yourself to it,
you're the problem here skipping down a lane highway,
eventually to be hit by a lovesick truck.
The taste of blood is fresh on my lips,
I can taste your salt like you can taste my spite.
I hope all the love you get is caught in a condon
and all the lovers you meet get caught in your bullshit.