Chillin' At The Grotto (Feat. Siiri And Lauri)
(If ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...)
Be nice or strangle me, I don't care
Good times are not what's lured me here
Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume
I try to stand and confess to I-don't-know-who
& the criminal insane
look so gentle when they're being entertained
Gunsmiths and prison warders
A gallery of brain disorders
Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers
Come on: humiliate me
"...and I'll come sex with you if you pay,"
I tell a stranger who silently turns away
I strip naked and I head for the open