New Kind Of Low: Low/Coma Lyrics

I push the limits of good taste
Whenever I open my mouth
You got a worm in your ear
Like Chekou from Kahn

Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! shame
I hit a new kind of low

All the way from South Dakota
I like a green leprechaun
She got a sun dress in heat
He got his latex gloves on

Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low

And if you ever come here
You're tweaking on the phone
I got a new connection
I never leave the light on

Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low
Shame! Shame
I hit a new kind of low

All the time a loss
Black like you were blessed
I was sobered blind
Let you take me there
And laughed loud when you found
I was devoured, devoured
Devoured, devoured, devoured
Devoured, devoured, devoured
Devoured