Better Than Ezra New Kind Of Low: Low Coma Lyrics

New Kind Of Low: Low Coma Lyrics

I push the limits of good taste

Whenever I open my mouth

You got a worm in your ear

Like Chekou from Kahn



Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! shame

I hit a new kind of low



All the way from South Dakota

I like a green leprechaun

She got a sun dress in heat

He got his latex gloves on



Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

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

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low

Shame! Shame

I hit a new kind of low



All the time a loss

Black like you were blessed

I was sobered blind

Let you take me there

And laughed loud when you found

I was devoured, devoured

Devoured, devoured, devoured

Devoured, devoured, devoured

Devoured