Текст песни Swallow

Unsatisfied or in a bad mood His hands are always full of lube In a trance or about fifty degrees He has no fever or specialties Biting cans out of portraits With some bad pants Tired and disguised Swallow me Brought up by some pills He doesn't mind In a political position of ass There's no line to follow at all Searching for something to get in the way With a calendar in may To masquerade and pale Swallow me