Letra da Música: Rag - Shudder To Think

Rag, your face is like my uncle my uncle is a jungle a jungle is
a tangle a tangle makes you strangle. And Rag, a rose is not a
robot and whores in need of hose save three cents for thin ski
pants. And Rag, you chose your hell a whole lot, and then you
complain when you find your hole's too deep and too hot.