One, two, three, four
Lemon juice squeezed in my cuts, and coffee in my flask
Whirlpools twist in pop bottles, fish swim in the toilet
Snorting cake mix through your nose, using ball point pens for joints
Pay for sex but don't finish, eat a sandwich instead
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
Balls deep in virginity, can't afford a washing machine
Pi times two, radius, and height but the pop can falls to a stone
The tigers flesh unravels from its skin, at the local zoo
We go together just like a drunk driver and a telephone pole
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
Whiskey filled up my brain, when I was ten years old
The jury took a wrong turn, and ended up in the food court
Table vibrations turn into earthquake warnings
I've got an aspartame addiction for the boys back at home
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and it's ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
On the street there's a brown cow, producing chocolate milk
High off my mind, I can feel gravity leave me too
Swords lacerate my throat like a big, fat steak
Cannons shooting maple syrup, to keep my house on the ground
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my jeans
And heroin shines high like the northern sky
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my jeans
And the heroin shines in my veins, like the northern lights in the sky
Hunter Hart - Balls Deep Lyrics
Hunter Hart - Balls Deep Lyrics
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One, two, three, four
Lemon juice squeezed in my cuts, and coffee in my flask
Whirlpools twist in pop bottles, fish swim in the toilet
Snorting cake mix through your nose, using ball point pens for joints
Pay for sex but don't finish, eat a sandwich instead
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
Balls deep in virginity, can't afford a washing machine
Pi times two, radius, and height but the pop can falls to a stone
The tigers flesh unravels from its skin, at the local zoo
We go together just like a drunk driver and a telephone pole
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
Whiskey filled up my brain, when I was ten years old
The jury took a wrong turn, and ended up in the food court
Table vibrations turn into earthquake warnings
I've got an aspartame addiction for the boys back at home
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and it's ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
On the street there's a brown cow, producing chocolate milk
High off my mind, I can feel gravity leave me too
Swords lacerate my throat like a big, fat steak
Cannons shooting maple syrup, to keep my house on the ground
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my jeans
And heroin shines high like the northern sky
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my jeans
And the heroin shines in my veins, like the northern lights in the sky
Lemon juice squeezed in my cuts, and coffee in my flask
Whirlpools twist in pop bottles, fish swim in the toilet
Snorting cake mix through your nose, using ball point pens for joints
Pay for sex but don't finish, eat a sandwich instead
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
Balls deep in virginity, can't afford a washing machine
Pi times two, radius, and height but the pop can falls to a stone
The tigers flesh unravels from its skin, at the local zoo
We go together just like a drunk driver and a telephone pole
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
Whiskey filled up my brain, when I was ten years old
The jury took a wrong turn, and ended up in the food court
Table vibrations turn into earthquake warnings
I've got an aspartame addiction for the boys back at home
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and it's ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine high in the sky like heroin in my veins
On the street there's a brown cow, producing chocolate milk
High off my mind, I can feel gravity leave me too
Swords lacerate my throat like a big, fat steak
Cannons shooting maple syrup, to keep my house on the ground
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my jeans
And heroin shines high like the northern sky
Oh my hair feels like yogurt, and it tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my jeans
And the heroin shines in my veins, like the northern lights in the sky
Writer: Hunter Hart
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