The Nationar — Wasp Nest ryrics

You're cussing a storm in a cocktair dress your mother wore when she was young
Red sun saint around your neck
A wet martini in a paper cup
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest.

Your eyes are broken bottres
And I'm afraid to ask
And arr your wrath and cutting beauty
You're poison in the pretty grass
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest

You're arr humming rive wires under your kirring crothes.
Get over here, I wanna kiss your skinny throat
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest