Dead-dead wood on the ground-ground You know that I could Burn this all down-down
When I come to your house at night I stumble through your bedroom door Blind and laughing, I fall on your bed and bite your leg but I want more
But your body falls short every time because you panic yourself over the edge You've never loved a woman before And I can feel it in your touch so dead
Dead-dead wood on the ground-ground You know that I could burn this all down-down
Tiny little flames jump and lick your face How did we get here? Get the fuck out they're burning this place Get the fuck out, now They're burning this place
When I come to your house at night your window shows me things you do It's so hard lying here looking up at the sky 'cause I know you're underneath it, too
But if I pedal hard enough I think I can outrun this thing I said, if I pedal hard enough I'll make it to another place
Where I look for numb inside those arms and smash down old walls with this pain So, grab my head and push it hard Soon you'll be dead wood again
Dead-dead wood
Frog in your throat He's got your tongue Black black smoke fills you up, yum-yum