This is a song about "Loving shoes breaking hearts"

You haters put up your guards

But they will never reach our hearts,

Lemonhead end up dead

Loving you is clouding my head

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

You can't find your fucken shoes?

I got these tats all on my arms

I come to win your hearts

So many kind words few kind hearts

Please correct me, stretch marks

Hoping that he's listening

My shit, i know u loving