filth- if i were a blues man walking cleche-i'll cringe when i see this in 3 years

You put filth on my skin
lay a mess in my head
left a taste in my mouth
and burned holes in my bed


You put a taste in my mouth
you lay filth in my chest
now you’re running around
playing games with my guests


You left filth in my bed
let him use my cologne
and all the while im working
wearing my hands to the bone


So drown under my skin
fall into my head
maybe then you'll see
why I said what i said
Cos i worked for the meat
but you put nails in my bread
and i slaved at your feet
but you put filth in my bed