New Kind of Low: Low/Coma

Better Than Ezra

I push the limits of good taste

Whenever I open my mouth

You got a worm in your ear

Like Chekou from Kahn

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! shame

I hit a new kind of low

All the way from South Dakota

I like a green leprechaun

She got a sun dress in heat

He got his latex gloves on

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

And if you ever come here

You're tweaking on the phone

I got a new connection

I never leave the light on

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

All the time a loss

Black like you were blessed

Let you take me there

And laughed loud when you found

I was devoured, devoured

Devoured, devoured, devoured

Devoured, devoured, devoured

Devoured