(You s**, you f**ing s** Uh, man [?] Motel Ah, f**, ah, f**) I need to taste your voice in my mouth I need to taste your voice in the air And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out And feel your voice all over everywhere I need to paste your skin around the mailbox And hold the postman in your smile I need to fill your lungs with smallpox And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life