“Five One Five”

There I am just trying to please you

And you throw it right back in my face

Let’s dress this all up in some disguise

And shake it like a salt shaker, baby

Foul mouthed like a loaded shotgun

So many serpents crawling around

But I’m the slug trapped in a ring of salt

My throats on fire and my eyes are burning

You want to go for a ride, baby?

I’m taking this thing downtown!

We’re going to crash through the walls

Fasten your seatbelt, baby!

We’re going downtown!