Fat, stoned hearts bleed for rent;
Melt down tv's, and pawn off old pants
And worry too much, "Should I curb my past?"
If you've never had it done
We pray it happens to you fast
Even though, it is tacky
I deserve eternal laughing
So I walk into the stable
Burn what I am able then I run with the cradle
Truthful lips lead lost thoughts and the body follows that
So you can take nothing
If it's not deserved what would you do?
Put voodoo on your man
Put something on my head
Even now, I am thinking
And all the while, I can leave with it
So I walk into the stable
Take what I have paid for then I run with the cradle
So, I scream until I'm stable
Walk when I am able then I talk with the cradle of love