Slippershell (Crooked Beginnings Version)

You soft soap The soft-shelled The porous Morons like me And you're not sorry Piece of cake To shake off Principles Hard-won scruples And pretty virtue Crushed into the bottom Of mud-yellow sand Like a slippershell Chrome Like phosphorescent teeth In mud-yellow skin You're a slippershell And you can go to hell Hard water Down your throat Down your back Hard to say it's hard luck When you're so happy Hard to say it's hard luck When we had it coming Crushed into the bottom Of mud-yellow sand Like a slippershell Chrome Like phosphorescent teeth In mud-yellow skin You're a slippershell And you can go to hell Maybe see me there Can't you see it's a white-out Made of chrome? Can't you see the white-out? It's why i piss and moan It's why i can't go home Wallet full of fat Belly full of milk You're touchingly, deeply fulfilled You're very old You're very new You're touchingly, deeply confused Can't you see the white-out? No, i guess you don't