Driving Reservoirs Up Noses

I'm getting sick, I'm getting sick
I'm getting sick, I'm getting sick
Desperation gladly welcoming slackshit to put its order in
In living rooms sweet point every assumption for the topics to be known
All needs to relax asked and smiled their separate appointments
And the gray hired hands that get away with it still

So welcome slackshit order glowing it's the thing to do
And all these foreign beauties are taken as personal attacks
It's your exciting authority-mingled striptease
That's cutting your strokes up to heave

You're cutting strokеs up to heave
You're cutting strokеs up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave
You're cutting strokes up to heave