Which man? Which bed? Which cooling board?
Fresh from my injection, I am a projection
The goddess of compa**ion isn't part of me
I'm leaving you I can't be who I used to
The wind shook the rain
She'd never scream or anything
Which man? Which bed? Which cooling board?
The congregation is calling
But I'll never go there again
It's gonna be alright, he said
No, it ain't, she cried as he died
Which man? Which bed? Which cooling board?
I'm trying to fix your defect
But it may be what I love now
She's is the change, it works alone
He's lying there leaking songs