Born again virgin just to slut yourself again, Maybe if I kiss your neck and shout in your ear you'll recognize my voice It's deep and blunt, And you can attach yourself to it, You're the problem here skipping down a four lane highway Eventually to be hit by a lovesick truck The taste of blood is fresh on my lips, I can taste your salt like you can taste my spite. I hope all the love you get is caught in a condom And all the lovers you meet get caught in your bullshit.