This is a song about "The wife of bath"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Go to war with the mormons, take a bath with the catholics

Self made coming soon

When i went to the bath room

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.

I wanna be the old me that i was before, i lost my wife now.

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Bath salts straight out the catalog