In The Grates own words:

“Blood is thick and piss is thin, I’m full of one but I’m not sure which Cast my line and pulled up teeth, sound violins, I wanted a ship Called the rain and asked her when She’s found love, never see her again People trying to remember how did it go People trying to forget and what do you know People lost their lust for life, I’m a happening fan Let’s fix our beds together Lost my feet but I still run My hands wear my shoes and my face is my butt Hound dogs, blood hounds, outta control Hot dog’s soft but it’s still got bones Well I spit on my grave when I sleep with the twins One’s for loving, one eats my sins.”