I am not immune to all this mud
And these aren't the shoes for it
But we are now become the mosh-pit
In a meadow somewhere down
In Florida, I could feel the spirit
Like it was shooting out my fingertips
That's why I think if heaven does exist,
Then we're in
Don't do your encore with the amps off
If the rest of your set's vinegar and piss
I'll plan on seeing you tomorrow
You plan on knowing your shit
Yeah
With cuts like a Toledo blade of bluegrass
Whistling in your teeth
Something 'bout this eucharist is off
And it's creeping me right out
I swear I don't mean to be difficult
But there's more than fifty in your crowd
And you're slippery as a rainbow trout
Don't do that dance that's going viral
I heard from the worms it opens up a hole
And there's a demon girl on the other side that uses it
To sneak through and possess your eternal soul
All in all, it's fine
(Baby it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine)
(Baby it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine)
Except for all this slime
(I'm a slimy baby boy, I'm a slimy boy)
Does ectoplasm come out of cotton?
Now
I know how I sound
But this was my favorite sweatshirt
(The Rezn one)