Lyrics

What would I be saying if I never would've opened my mouth
How could this be true if I was full of mud that comes from the south
I think this is hypocrisy mixed with pseudo generosity
Counting to infinity, I fear to breathe but I gotta blow

Heave Ho, got to heave heave ho

Misses with the riches got the eyes on me to come to her pad
Although I dress in rags she wants to tug me, take me home to her dad
I made a good impression and now she keeps undressing
Now I'm in a suit and tie and her pops thinks I'm a nice guy

Ever over easy, I'm an over easy waiting to go
You could cure me with absurdity but I don't think that you are that bold
Now are you receiving the message I'm relaying
Counting to infinity, I fear to breathe but I gotta blow