The Writhing South

Yeah... yeah... yeah... OK.

Searching for blood in the salty sea
The sun beating down on the chest and back of me
Looking for drugs in a southern town (Hey... hey... hey... hey).
I′ve got this red right hand that points me south.
The puke green cloud just spat me out
Into the hot heartland; I've landed with no chute

I hear "Hey... hey... hey... hey,
Come pollinate me... hey...
Hey... hey... hey... hey.
Come pollinate me... hey."

Across the room, across the room...
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room...
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.

Alright, we′re gonna do it again for you now, ok...
Yeah... Oh yeah, Yeah...

They've got the army of ears--they can hear you now.
I've got the piss in my veins and these furrowed brows.
You′ve got this one last chance to burn me, turn me down
If not, I′ve got these last twelve bucks to spend on you.
You can take me anywhere your sick mind wants to.
I'll use your south to fuel me using you...

I hear "Hey... hey... hey... hey,
Come pollinate me... hey...
Hey... hey... hey... hey.
Come pollinate me... hey."

Across the room, across the room...
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room...
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.

Oh... oh...

I hear "Hey... hey... hey... hey.
Come pollinate me... hey..."
Hey... hey... hey...
"Come pollinate me... hey."
Hey... hey... hey... Come pollinate me...
Across the room, across the room...
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room...
I hope to watch you writhe again soon...
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.