You'll find the knife you buried in my heart dumped in 
shit
You could say it went straight through me
Like a poorly cooked meal
Or a preacher's ramblings
In one ear, out the other
Just like a bullet

Open minded
Long winded
In one end
Out the other

I used the scar you left me as a banner
So if you should return for me one day
Know that you'll find me with her
And we'll be fucking below the flag

Open minded
Prolonged, extended
In one end
Out the other

Well, there's nothing quite like it
I suggest you try it
Bodies writhe beneath symbols of autonomy
With all the pride of a political fallacy
Fellatio is all the more satisfying

In one end
Out the other
Fucking below
Fucking below the flag