Pink Wonton

It's the way that your kiss condemns me It makes me feel like I'm in Guantanamo My dying way of fingertips tore me You treated me like a feral animal Oh Percy, riding in the Amazon A due mare lost in limbo Has a better chance in Hell than I do Of keeping cool Too good for you from the udder to the mouth We're all biding our time from the uterus to the ground And our hearts are cunning (Way easier, in the sun) When they want something (Go find it, Pink Wonton) Throw you under a bus Grind your teeth to dust Hide in the darkness of your sun Shoot my head as you bury all your baggage In the bed of another dumb cocksmith I don't sleep just to dull my memories Of how you love like an oas horsehead Waterboard me with "Call Me Maybe" Looping on an endless repeat Ain't got nothing on the kiss you gave me So cruel so sweet Too good for you from the udder to the mouth We're all biding our time from the uterus to the ground And our hearts are cunning (Way easier, in the sun) When they want something (Go find it, Pink Wonton) Throw you under a bus Grind your teeth to dust Hide in the darkness of your (Bang, Bang, Pow) (Bang, you're dead) Ooh, what's your papa making? Ooh, what's your papa making? Ooh, what's your papa making? Ooh, what's your papa making? Ooh, what's your papa making? Ooh, what's your papa making? (Pink Wonton) Ooh, what's your papa making? Ooh, what's your papa making? Ooh, what's your papa making? And our hearts are cunning (Way easier, in the sun) When they want something (Way noisier, Pink Wonton) And our hearts are cunning (Way easier, in the sun) Throw you under a bus Grind your teeth to dust Hide in the darkness of your sun