Lyrics: Lambchop. Low Ambition.

Your drug of choice
Mix it with a voice a voice that?s creepy

Like a nice color red
Laid out on the bed someone's been on this bed before you

Your barrettes and bracelets become like
Little missiles in your mind...(you asshole)

Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what they're taking
Think this is fun
When you are one of those awkward strangers
Low is ambition this time

Out of my head
Out of my own bed i wake to find another

In a coffee black
I look back to the shack the one that's covered in vines

Your barrettes and bracelets become like
Little missiles in your mind...(you asshole)

Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what they re taking
Think this is fun
When you are one of those awkward strangers
Low is ambition this time

Sacrificial kind