Screaming Females - Foul Mouth lyrics

You're in rapture my dear If you ever come near Hell's belt with a frown Turn your town upside down And here's a little with youth Silly coy and uncouth I will settle you down When your menace surrounds From serene to the sick Many coils that stick To all our leather boots Rattled with fickled truth And I am tired of your mouth When you're talking about The injustice of speech On a bus to the beach The heat up here's divided time With earthly men on concubine And circles strangled clever girls Who dress up in their mother's pearls I remember you still Yellow fangs and sick pills s**ing on your own blood Calling cards to crack up In a forest with beasts Our old lady found peace Grabbed its tail with her teeth And drove her son into the sea