Tell Shannon Her Crafts Are Ready

You would make the prettiest of brides

(Oh baby I got you workin from the nine to five)

You would make the prettiest rape victim

(Oh baby I got you workin from the nine to five)

Goddamn I hope I overdose

Your mouth is open and better suits a bottle opener

Than to talk my pathetic fucking ears off

I'd jab an ice pick in my eardrums if I could someday regain my hearing

I envision (more more more) snapping your neck

(More more more)

Tilt back your head and fucking take it

Milligram count: you've gone too far

Diagnosis: finally gone