And though it's late at night,
And I don't miss you at all
into the bowels of the sun
I left my sickness there,
I got my heart set to the
I'll feed my habit there,
And I don't miss you at all
You bitch and you moan, you know
You bitch and you moan, you know
You bitch and you moan, you know
And I don't miss you at all
Well I'll be buying in your selling out
You bitch and you moan, you know
You bitch and you moan, you know
You bitch and you moan, you know
Don't say I'm sad, not to a God
who would make you slaves
Yeah, re -elect me, yeah, re -elect me
Gonna fuck you in the hole
where your spine should be
Yeah, re -elect me, yeah,
Bring her down to me, yeah
Don't say I'll send her to a god
who won't make you slaves, yeah
Bring her down to me, yeah
Gonna fuck you in the hallway,
Bring it on down to me, yeah
Bring it on down to me, yeah
Bring it on down to me, yeah
Bring it on down to me, me, me