Something in me, dark and sticky All the time it's getting strong No way of dealing with this feeling Can't go on like this too long This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you Don't talk back - Just drive the car Shut your mouth - I know what you are Don't say nothing - Keep your hands on the wheel Don't turn around - This is for real Digging in the dirt - Stay with me, I need support I'm digging in the dirt - To find the places I got hurt Open up the places I got hurt The more I look, the more I find As I close on in, I get so blind I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far This time you've gone too far I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you Don't talk back - Just drive the car Shut your mouth - I know what you are Don't say nothing - Keep your hands on the wheel Don't turn around - This is for real I'm digging in the dirt - Stay with me I need support I'm digging in the dirt - To find the places I got hurt Open up the places I got hurt I'm digging in the dirt - Stay with me I need support I'm digging in the dirt - To find the places I got hurt To open up the places I got hurt Digging in the dirt - To find the places we got hurt Digging in the dirt - To find the places we got hurt Digging in the dirt - To find the places we got hurt Digging in the dirt - To find the places we got hurt Digging in the dirt - To find the places we got hurt Digging in the dirt - To find the places we got hurt Digging in the dirt - To find the places we got hurt

We are damned, we are dead All God's children to be sent To our perfect place In the sun, in the dirt There's a windshield in my heart We are bugs so smeared and scarred Could you stop the meat from thinking 'fore I swallow all of it? Could you, please? Put me in the motorcade Put me in the death parade Dress me up and take me Dress me up and make me your dying God Angels with needles poked through our eyes Let the ugly light world in We were no longer blind We were no longer blind Put me in the motorcade Put me in the death parade Dress me up and take me Dress me up and make me your dying God Now we hold the "ugly head" The Mary-whore is at the bed They cast the shadow of our perfect death In the sun and in the dirt.