Bath Letra

Baptismal fount
The beads of water are my friends' heads
Kissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wet
And doubly cleansed

On the receiving end of your diary when you touch me
On the conceiving end of my diary, and it loves me
On the careening bends of legality, but it's nothing
I signed my soul to some dipshit trolls
But I'm bathing and behaving
I was handed a diploma after
emerging from this cold scholastic coma
Excised like squamous cell carcinoma

I've got lidocaine throat, I've got 2-ton teeth
Pretty much a Green Beret tongue-wreath
You can see a jet of running water
Circumnavigating the edge of my lifestyle
Rinsing the bile off my file
I've been exposed to the most loathsome of folks
But when you lather me up with hope like it was pricey Lush soap
I could buy a water-proof coffee table and live out of my shower
So that we could settle down here forever

Baptismal fount
You flaunt your bounty ounce for ounce
I want her body ouch for ouch
Baptismal fount
The beads of water are my friends' heads
Kissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wet
And doubly cleansed

I hear that you reap vast rewards
when you vouch for manifold various lords
Double-digit virgins or just simple harp-chords
But they couldn't apply to my provocative prerogative
I wade in my bathtub; it's a poly-God mashup
I embrace my latest in health-fucks
With a Little Caeser's pizza in Nick Bertelson's pick-up truck
And I, I will live with my good metabolism for 1 more year

You flaunt your bounty ounce for ounce
I want her body ouch for ouch
Baptismal fount
The beads of water are my friends' heads
Kissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wet
And doubly cleansed

On the receiving end of your diary when you touch me
On the conceiving end of my diary and it loves me
On the careening bends of legality but it's nothing
Baptismal fount
You flaunt your bounty ounce for ounce
i want her body ouch for ouch
Baptismal fount