I don't wanna get out
I don't wanna get in
Band-aids cross his knuckles
Wounds under his skin
I'm lounging round
Where did I begin?
Call you from a payphone
Tell you where I've been
Caught on a switchblade
Warm blood to the warm water
Soon bring on the pain
Pool massacre slaughter
Beach chair is a whole
She always wants more
Drinking to the bottom
Waters easy to ignore
Well I'm a play it cool
And stay by the pool
38 degrees boy your transforming into a pool