Bite Me

No one goes there

You can’t swim in the lake

She dance around it like a bad mistake

Gonna be back

Gonna be bad for you

Holy roller light speed

Better times at a eulogy

Foolish childish bad b

I know that this is gonna bite me

No one goes there

They be ghosts in the trees

She pretty sure they listen to her sing

They stay nameless

And I’ll stick around

Time to kill some time with you

Holy roller light speed

Better times at a eulogy

Foolish childish bad b

I know that this is gonna bite me