I didn't use you, but I wish I had
I never liked you, but I wish I did
But I wish I did


Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
Or your southern hospitality

Your voice has a singsong quality
And bones were made to be broken
Bones were made to be broken


Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can (*##$

Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can (*##$
About another stupid summer (x4)


Paste eaters like this sad season
Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues

And bite your heavy tongues