I push the limits of good taste
 Whenever I open my mouth
 You got a worm in your ear
 Like Checkov from Kahn
 Shame! Shame!
 I hit a new kind of low.
 All the way from south dakota
 Like a green leprachaun
 She got a sun dress in heat
 He got his latex gloves on
 Shame! Shame!
 I hit a new kind of low.
 And if you ever come here
 You're tweaking on the phone
 "I got a new connection"
 I never leave the light on
 Shame! Shame!
 I hit a new kind of low...
 b) Coma
 All the time,
 A loss.
 Black like you were blessed,
 I was sobered blind.
 Let you take me there
 And laughed loud when they found
 I was devoured. Devoured.
 Devoured