Length: 2:38

[Mnn-ner-ner]

We’re running out of karma and here’s mud in your eye
I guess it’s you!
I’m gonna love you till you die!

I got a candy-coating
And I swell with pride
I guess it’s you
You’re gonna take me for a ride

I’m gonna make you howl
Like a trailer-park wife
On the first day of her new life
Interchangeable knife!

[Running out of karma, karma]
[Running out of karma, karma]
[1…2…3]

She’s a big, big rider?
Got the devil inside her
Burning through,
Right through my jeans
Hotter than a meth-lab-fire

She’ll change a brother
Kickin’ times
Slide it up and break rhymes
It’s such a beautiful position
Got electrical vibes

Put tequila into my lime
Be the mirror to your blind
Just chop it up
I don’t need no cook
Got an interchangeable knife
Yeah

We’re moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie
I guess it’s you (I guess it’s you)
I guess it’s you who gonna cry

If you wanna make a baby
Rip it out of your side
I guess it’s you, (I guess it’s you)
You gonna spread ‘em open wide

She’s a rollin’-pin momma
And a rational wife
Man, it’s such an interesting life
International knife!

[Running out of karma, karma]
Hey!
[Running out of karma, karma]

Hey! Yeah, I know that girl.
What I might be lacking in class
Make up for in ass
Try stripping down and flying
Down the interstate fast

With original sin
Dancin’ for my lips when I talk
Got a shotgun rack
In the back of my truck

We’ll be shifting into first
It’s all ready to burst
And the second
He’s in heaven
Go into third
Into fourth
Ooh!

Ooh
Interchangeable knife!
Interchangeable knife!