Nameless You did this To yourself Publicly wild in sorrow ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪ With extreme and almost comically Excessive violence now not beneath you Back from the dead With promises to live at least three months ♪ Jack-o-lantern ass With paid up rubber tits For a conscience ♪ Paula Pahrump eats in a dump ♪ Reacting to the slightest bit of kindness as though a drug The rain tambourined off a thousand empty liquor bottles in the courtyard When your sons grow up to never place flowers there You did this to yourself, is all they will choose to remember ♪ Plum petals fall into shade