New Kind Of Low: Low/Coma
Better Than Ezra
How Does Your Garden Grow? (1998)

I push the limits of good taste
Whenever I open my mouth
You got a worm in your ear
Like Checkov from Kahn

Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low.

All the way from South Dakota
Like a green leprachaun
She got a sun dress in heat
He got his latex gloves on

Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low.

And if you ever come here
You're tweaking on the phone
"I got a new connection"
I never leave the light on

Shame! Shame!
I hit a new kind of low...

All the time,
A loss.
Black like you were blessed,
I was sobered blind.
Let you take me there
And laughed loud when they found
I was devoured. Devoured.
Devoured.