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