Letras
The taste, the taste
I cant forget the taste
If I could have just one more drop
I swear it wouldn't go to waste
Kicking and screaming
Being dragged into sleep
The look on her face was enough to make me weep
To forget her
I'll be sipping Alberta pure
As if it's the only cure
Wiping this memory from the slate
Am I dreaming or is this fate
Am I dreaming or is this fate
Twist off the cap
Little piece of plastic
Trembling hands
Going spastic
Every three days
It's all the same
Twist off the cap
Little piece of plastic
Trembling hands
Going spastic
Every single day
Nothing but shame
The teeth are falling out of my head
But don't worry cause I'm growing another set
I cant get you out of my heart
But I can tear my heart out of my chest
It might be good
It might be best
Pickle Rick
Pickled Prick
Hammer and a sickle chick
Trickle sick
Prickles quick
It's fickle and you're ticklish
The taste of black licorice
The taste of black licorice
If I had a nickel every time
I'd be filthy rich
Together, together
We belong together
It's been so long
It can't be wrong
We cannot break this tether
Together, together
We can survive this weather
You can take the skin off of my bones
Turn it into leather
And I'll keep you warm forever