Blue Turk

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 walkin'

I'm achin' for another go

You're squirmin', wet baby

Nothing 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, woah-woah-woah

One spastic explosion

Two pressure cookers go insane

It makes me act crazy

I shiver but I love this game

But you're so very ordinary

You're so very lame

Tastes like whiskey on your lips and

Earthworms rule your brain