Bad Song Can’t Get It Out of My Head

Traffic lights in my head
Swamp is my stomach
Concrete is my legs
My woman wants me to go

On a three day road trip
To a white clinic that serves soup
Every night my woman is a madman
She eats toast crust for breakfast
And smacks my love she smacks it
Whips my beard across the bedroom
Like a month-old hairy cream

Say there’s congestion in my skull
Wet rot in my gut
Legs hard because I’m nervous
My woman wants me to go