Over the river climbing up the hill

Like a digital reproduction

A frequency that kills

Women weep, dogs faint, the police beg

But she won't stop that feeling

Going up and down their legs



Aches and pains

I swear some women have fangs

I'll help you count your scars tomorrow



You spoke out loud when you should bite your lip

Now the joke's on you my friend

And you can't get it fixed

Your zipper broke, she stole your socks, you lost your shirt

She grabbed you by the nose

And she rubbed it in the dirt



Over the river climbing up the hill

Like a digital reproduction

A frequency that kills

The big old dog just lost his bone

So now he begs

But she won't stop that feeling

Going up and down and up and down his leg