I started digging in the sun-shit-storm
Of dead August melted chaffed thighs
Became a vaginal termite
I started dropping all my pants between
The washers and dryers of love
Now I'm a dirty load
Tell me, honey, if we're gonna die anyway
I only wish I could say what I wanna say
I'm on the corner with a cigarette in the rain
And only you can keep cancer away
I was teething in your skin
In a sheet less bed
It's a mattress I keep
In the back of my head
You're in the back of my head
And I piss when I laugh
At your miscarriaged lives
And the wax in your ears
Keeps your hearing aids blind
You're in the back of my mind
Q: What is the difference between being a whore and just wanting some more?
A: It is the suck-cess ratio of blondes to bums on a plane to LA.