Lay me down, pull the tongue from my mouth So I cannot tell a lie, so that I cannot make a sound Take for the harshness of my throat, sounds like the throat Go, in the nondescript Midwest Bind my hands and break all the metters from their tarsals So I cannot *** your throat, so that I cannot play a song A song with violence deep within, a song that borrows all your time And leaves a bad taste in your mouth Cast me out into the waves One shade of blue into the next and hope that I will never wash back up onto the shore But if I do, won't you be so surprised to see That I devoured it with a shove You'll have to smash it with your teeth and suck me further than Go, into the next shade of blue Thanks for watching!
