No, she don't care
What I'm singing or saying
It ain't about the devil
And it ain't about d**
It ain't about giving no kisses and hugs
It ain't about giving praise to the ground
There's no woman bringing me down
Your things become a hole in the ground
No broken-hearted for me
Re-occurring nightmares future
Take a drive down for the troubadors of sin
Save your ear holes from the mono DJ
There's no song, just a voice in my brain
Nocturnal wires arcing while the captain tries to sleep
Not ? in season in sequins
It's not about p**y
And it's not about the cars
This thing knows precious backstabbing blues
No pleas for mercy
And I bet you're gonna lose
No understanding
No begging for some love
Just a shovel digging in your crust
Just a shovel digging in your crust
Just a shovel digging in your crust