Ah-Oh

It's in my bed and now it's apart of me, oh
I was born in the south, and by south, I mean
Nothing but the heat kills all of us
And I, I was hung down there

And they held me up
And she took a recorder with
Oh, but, oh, but

I wanna hurt you
Hadn't even crossed my mind
I wanna hear you, too
Hadn't even crossed my mind

I was born into nothing
And I never had a layer of good
Over me