My ex-best friend is a lesbian
She goes to town on the girls downtown
And in her head she's a waitress
Collecting cash for the wife and kids
The wife and kids she abandoned, oh
The holy ghost, yeah he calls her name
But she wont drown in your lake disease
Your breath of bees, your tree like knees
Are falling down
My next door neighbor has a bag
He fills with foul uncultured rags
He saw her in the street one night
He stuffed her in and closed it tight
Pollinate my head with dread, dread, dread
I close my mouth, the bees wont find me here
She will drown in your lake disease
Your breath of bees, your tree like knees
Get chopped down...
Your bed is full of splinters
Toothpick, toothpick fingerprint
Your holy ghost has run away
Girl you are stuck till your death day...