my pocket don't drive me fast
my mother treats me slow
this statue's got a concrete heart
you're the coldest bitch i know, so help me
in the factory that you call your mind
graveyard thoughts of stone
a master thief i wouldn't enter there
you've nothing i would care to own, so help me
you're pretending that you got it made
i know you know no truth
you're still serving cookies and kool-aid
you're so proper and so true, so help me
my pocket don't drive me fast
my mother treats me slow
this statue's got a concrete heart
you're the coldest bitch i know, so help me