New Kind Of Low: Low/Coma Lyrics

New Kind Of Low: Low/Coma Lyrics

A) Low

I push the limits of good taste
Whenever I open my mouth
You got a worn in your ear
Like Chekou from Kahn

Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low

All the way from south Dakota
I like a green leprechaun
She got a sun dress in heat
He got his latex gloves on

Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low

And if you ever come here
You're tweaking on the phone
"I got a new connection"
I never leave the light on

Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low...

B) Coma

All the time
A loss
Black like you were blessed
I was sobered blind
Let you take me there
And laughed loud when they found
I was devoured, devoured
Devoured