Lyrics:

I push the limits of good taste
Whenever I open my mouth
You got a worm in your ear
Like Chekov from Khan
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
All the way from South Dakota
Like a green leprechaun
She got a sun dress in heat
He got his latex glove on
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low

And if you ever come here
You're tweaking on the phone
'I got a new connection'
I never leave the light on
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low

All the time a loss
Black like you were blessed
I was sobered blind
Let you take me there
And laughed loud when they found
I was devoured, devoured
Devoured, devoured
Devoured, devoured
Devoured