In The Grates own words:"Blood is thick and piss is thin, I'm full of one but I'm not sure whichCast my line and pulled up teeth, sound violins, I wanted a shipCalled the rain and asked her whenShe's found love, never see her againPeople trying to remember how did it goPeople trying to forget and what do you knowPeople lost their lust for life, I'm a happening fanLet's fix our beds togetherLost my feet but I still runMy hands wear my shoes and my face is my buttHound dogs, blood hounds, outta controlHot dog's soft but it's still got bonesWell I spit on my grave when I sleep with the twinsOne's for loving, one eats my sins."