Blue Turk Lyrics

Blue hot
I'm lazy
You know it
I'm ready for the second show
Amazing
Thing growing
Just waitin for the juice to flow
But you're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
Tastes like roses on your breath
But graveyards on your soul

I'm hurting
I'm wanting
I'm aching for another go
You're squirming wet, baby
Nothing bad comin' very slow
And it's burning holes in me
You're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
It tastes like roses on your breath
But graveyards on your soul
Whoa...
Mmmm

One spastic explosion
Two pressure cookers go insane
It makes me act crazy
I shiver, but I love this game

You're so very ordinary
You're so very lame
Tastes like whiskey on your lips
And earthworms rule your brain