Raining In Your Mouth

Don't you know I need a little bit more of that right now
So don't you go
Telling me that you just ain't ready to go
Because here you go

I was born to have it
And you were born to take it
So tell me baby is it raining it in your mouth?

Hell hath no fury like a failed artist
Or a successful communist
But that ain't no excuse to treat my purple fury
Quite like a big black abyss

I was born to have it
And you were born to take it
So c'mon baby, is it raining it in your mouth?

I would do anything
For just a little bit of drizzle
Oh boy
Oh boy

Five sweaty fingers on the dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on the dashboard
There's five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers with a criminal impatience
Five sweaty fingers down on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard
(it gets a bit incoherent here with stuff like:
Take it good x4
Cmon baby shoot your load x2
...
Shoot it in the middle of my motherfucking face
Shoot it in my face
C'mon baby i'm gonna explode
...
Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard x4)