Aroma of Gina Arnold by Trumans Water Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They said our youth was dead
How could they know?
We're stinkin' in our beds
We're lyin' low
Your plastic culture sucks and
It's gonna blow!

[Chorus]
Scrape the cake from faces 'til they're raw and bloodied
Use their gristled blood to grease our tracks
Take their speaking money for an understudy
Stick a bony finger down their gullets 'til they vomit up the past

[Verse 2]
Let either side confess
They do not know
I really could care less
Who paves the roads
Your plastic order sucks and
It's gonna blow!
[Chorus]
Desecrate their formulae for total boredom
Beat their subtle nuances to mush
Take both fists and cram them into wholly whoredom
Split their skulls and addle what's inside until their pimps and agents blush