This is a song about "Being pale"

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

I’m being sarcastic,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

You lied down sore and booed i am up pale and blue i ain't got no wings but still i forever flue

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.