Rotgut Lyrics - Tomahawk

In the scrotum of your dreams 

You turn your first trick for free 

Cocktails, catnip and cocaine 

I doubt you'll be in the hot rain 

Make a thick squeal 

When you cop a feel 

It rots your gut but that's not enough for you 

Induce the red morning sun 

I spit on the cock of passion 

My heart beating in your head 

But I leave coke in the front bed 

Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw 

Sting like a bee and say aah 

Two cats that hung each of our lies 

Build it 'cause soon we're more chaste