Rorschach Test Cripple Touch
Meet in my car behind the bar
We'll kneel and pray and grasp a line of hope
Ride on the railway
Using numb to feel and dope to cope
Sitting in the pool of my accusers
She said we could try
One never knows how low he'll go
While trying to stay high
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
You f..cking bitch
A little too much
Hand me some toilet paper
Give me a kiss
After I wipe off this blood
Did I hear you sigh
Or were you draining and gagging?
Casting pearls before swine
In the rain and the whine and the
Blood
Bitch
Bitch
You f..cking bitch
But I will pull your chain
If you will stroke my ego
We can be as one
As long as there is cargo
I will be your cross
If you will be my Jesus
Girl, we never had it so good
So bad, I'm mad
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
You f..cking bitch
God, can you hear me?
Jesus, come down here and save me
What's that in your pocket?
Have you got any left?
Write down your number
Let me borrow your pen
In the stalls of delusion
Kneel and pray again
Pray again
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
You f..cking bitch
