Lyrics:

[Slug] They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic 'Atmosphere finally made a good record.' Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci' 'Get real.' they tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets They would stop acting like a silly bitch They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost trying to catch someone's[summers?] Pac-man Hello ma'am, would you be into restin' In some sexual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be askin', 'Yo, where did all the passion go?' East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give me a big yes (YES!) God Bless America, but she stole the B from 'Bless' (Accept it) Now I'm too fucked up to dance So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!) [Chorus x2] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance [Slug] So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct