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I started digging in the sun-shit-stormOf dead August melted chaffed thighsBecame a vaginal termiteI started dropping all my pants betweenThe washers and dryers of loveNow I'm a dirty loadTell me, honey, if we're gonna die anywayI only wish I could say what I wanna sayI'm on the corner with a cigarette in the rainAnd only you can keep cancer awayI was teething in your skinIn a sheet less bedIt's a mattress I keepIn the back of my headYou're in the back of my headAnd I piss when I laughAt your miscarriaged livesAnd the wax in your earsKeeps your hearing aids blindYou're in the back of my mindQ: What is the difference between being a whore and just wanting some more?A: It is the suck-cess ratio of blondes to bums on a plane to LA. Aus Songtexte Mania