Let’s get a ride out of here she doesn’t live too far
Let’s get a clean room so we can be
I’ll come back to warn you
I’ll come back to warn you
Bloody nose won’t kill me
I’m in the boredom tree
His Southern hand drags me down to the white bowl
They got my name cut in the tiles, wet and cold
I’ll come back to warn you
I’ll come back to warn you
Take the bag because I’m not waiting here
I don’t want to waste it
Take the bag from my mouth because I’m not staying here, wasting here
I see the way he injects me.