Burnman - Smacked Supine On The Field Of Prattle lyrics

Someone got some mattress in my mud. Someone shot some bullet in my gut. The gra** is whispering tickle into my ears and the salvos have exploded the sun into dust and a silver sliver. I believe I see you in the back of my head, you've stumbled upon yourself there thinking this hand is a pretty one, my man is a lucky one.