Walk a mile, whack a mole
When the muddy waters part
Time drags you down a hole
Lotta lovin' gone wrong
Gone south, got caught
In a cottonmouth
Call in The Dust Patrol
We're gonna roll your thunder
We're gonna show what's under it all
Flesh will crawl
Plan B, play ball
Place your bets
Cool your jets
You're a shark
You're a narcoleptic
Antiseptic fame who*e
Of a different color
From the poor s**ers
Call in The Dust Patrol
We're gonna roll your thunder
We're gonna show
What's under it all
Flesh will crawl
Too alone, tag along
Took a long time looking
To elongate any love-like
Temporary state
But it's too late, too late
Life and d**h is in the tongue
Like dust, it trains and it trails
Growing down fast hand in hand
The defense rests stars and sand
Suit yourself, s'il vois plait
Say your prayers
When a mean sock puppet
Hits you hard with another
Soul punch to the gut
To the gutter, such a pro...
I'm lying
So prone...
I'm lying
So prone
All skin (and bu*tons)
And bones I lie...
So prone I lie...
So prone I lie...
I lie