New Kind Of Low A) Low B) Coma lyrics

(A) Low
I push the limits of good taste
Whenever I open my mouth
You got a worm in your ear
Like Chekov from Khan
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
All the way from South Dakota
Like a green leprechaun
She got a sun dress in heat
He got his latex glove on
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low
And if you ever come here
You're tweaking on the phone
"I got a new connection"
I never leave the light on
Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low...
(B) Coma
All the time
A loss
Black like you were blessed
I was sobered blind
Let you take me there
And laughed loud when they found
I was devoured. Devoured
Devoured