Eat My Dust You Insensitive Fuck

I think I have the best of me

Inside my head

No one else competes with me

I think I'm great

Got spirit tucked away inside

I know the ghosts of angel notes to kiss

Everything I sing is part of this

Got honey brushed across my lips

I know, I know, I know, I know

If you can call this luck

If you can call this luck

If you can miss this much

Eat my dust you insensitive fuck

Eat my dust you insensitive fuck

Eat my dust