Your middle class values
Have done you well
Now I'm gunna send you
Straight to hell.

I'm in love for the first time
I'm in love with your mom
I've got a love in my pants for her
I am the son vom.

That man comes on the radio
And he's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Tryin' to mess with my imagination

Grandparents would be proud, minus the lack of real meat.

Deep in the dust forgotten gathered
I grow a diamond in my chest
I make reflections as the moon shines on
Turn to a villain as I rest

Talk a lot but make no sense
You come over try to hang around
You come over and you bring me down
Cause you're a wimp.

One hundred degrees sitting by my side
Talking to you
As I talk to myself
I can't stop this violent tide