Vegetable

"What will grow crooked you can't make straight,
it's the price that you've gotta pay.
Do yourself a favor and pack your bags, buy a ticket and get on the train;
Buy a ticket and get on the train.

"Cuz this is fucked up, fucked up.
You are fucked up, fucked up..."










You cannot smudge me,
It won't let you.
[and I laugh]
We are the same, but you won't admit regret.
Such a little twisted vine,
Oh, how it suffers with you.
For once, I hope it haunts you.

I hope it fucking rots you.