OBW Saints -

I’m a patient waiting for knife

The operator calls me on every line

To tell me all about how I’m rotten inside

Biting into pieces to decide if I’m ripe

Satisfaction comes one piece at a time

Where I’m going I won’t need to comply

My tastes have changed to accommodate

What I gave was never innocence

My tastes have changed to accommodate

What I gave was never innocence

I’m in business with a plan of my design

Compulsive habits are the products I supply

I’m at ease with

Always deceiving

I’ll feel so clean when I come out the other side

My tastes have changed to accommodate

What I gave was never innocence

My tastes have changed to accommodate

What I gave was never innocence

My body’s ruined but I’m moving past the urge

Yes I’m afflicted, but I get pleasure from the work

And now when I’m around

You’ll leave the cards out

Ask me my number

Tell me how much better looking I am