There is a lake by the fire I see it's cold and sour It is told that I alone Live there down south Then what the hell am I We're the dinky of the night Lady I'm not in hell Maybe I'm out to sell Daily I'm lucky that I'm down Maybe we're not the mend Maybe we're off to stand Why would you open our crown She's my lady, I'm her slob Pink giraffes above and all There is a slot in my heart That belongs to her own mind Slim feelings flow through myself I tell her it's colder in swell She won't believe my lies It's over all flies It feels so down And so out We're not grounded down town Maybe we're not the mend Maybe we're out to stand Maybe I'm lucky down Maybe we're not in hell Lady I'm not to tell Where the fuck is this way out Maybe I'll rot in hell Maybe I'm out to sell Daily I'm lucky that I'm down Maybe we're not the mend Maybe we're out to stand Why would you open our crown Maybe I'll rot in hell Lady I'm out to sell What do you care for my own Let it sink it in Letting you feel it in On their own I'll fuck my way out I'll fuck my way out Maybe I'll rot in hell Maybe I'm out to sell Daily I'm lucky that I'm down Maybe we're not in hell Lady I'm not to tell Where the fuck is this way out Maybe we're not the mend Maybe we're out to stand Why would you open our crown Maybe I'll rot in hell Lady I'm out to sell What do you care for my own AD is not the H And yet so caged Rage is my middle name