Turning tricks on the hood of Jasmine's car That whole summer was really just too peculiar You know I would of given it up to almost anybody That had a little money and was sweet to me Yeah I was down to give it up to almost anyone Who was sweet to me It was rough we had to crawl down to the basement For to hide from this digital wolf He had no eyes but he could see using electrical wind Biting the prick that feeds me in my sister's bathroom How can I function man in the face of all this butchery My mind is exploding with sloppy murders They've really poisoned my sexuality How can I function there's no more Appollonian beauty to behold Lille venn the heart is not dead It's just bad weather in my temporary head In my temporary head Mamma my heart's not dead It's just really bad weather in my temporary head