Born again virgin just to slut yourself again,nMaybe if I kiss your neck and shout in your ear you'll recognize my voicenIt's deep and blunt,nAnd you can attach yourself to it,nYou're the problem here skipping down a four lane highwaynEventually to be hit by a lovesick trucknThe taste of blood is fresh on my lips,nI can taste your salt like you can taste my spite.nI hope all the love you get is caught in a condomnAnd all the lovers you meet get caught in your bullshit.nn