I should’ve given you some thought

like an old spaghetti west-errrn

and now you’re observing the corners

and showing the first signs of aging

swimming swimming swimming

I swear I’ll always need you

say you’re my lover, say you’re my homie

tilt my chin back, slit my throat

take a bath in my blood, get to know me

and I know you’re good

you know I try, most of the time

we’ve been through that

and we came out on top, because

you’re really easy to love

someone’s gotta help me dig

my style’s gravy - rough and real 

raise up the rugged on my gravedigga shield

I know what you need, it’s a nosebleed

and like I said before, there’ll be no tears in the end