phony vines crawl through swamp-sticky flowered and blue i'll be there, taped to my fridge i'm moved i wont forget you shaking in your boots but i don't think you can take this anymore "grey goose'll fake you out herra dura's gonna melt you down" i don't wanna let you spill out degrading's degrading all around look at you falling around aw, poor kid's gonna drown flowers floating in the punch i ask you what the hell you've done you're shaking in your boots well, i don't think you can take this anymore christmas underground my hand still bandaged but sound