[Verse 1] Mud underfoot, the Ferris wheel behind, Scuffy grabs my hand, chaos on her mind. The Knife-Eater spins, the Twins toss fire, We slip past the Clown, hearts racing higher. We kick over candy carts, coins scatter in rain, Flip over a soda stand, hoof through sticky stains. Alleys call, streets hum with our thrill, Freakshow fading, the night ours to spill. [Chorus 1] Oh! We’re fucking like we’re free, Rain slicks our skin, hands tangled tight, Whoa! Lips collide, pants down, Scuffy and Zeb in the night. [Verse 2] Smash the candy shop, sugar'n licorice fly, Grab the butcher’s cleaver, knock'n meat awry. Topplin' tavern tables, ale at our feet, Tippin' fish barrels, guts slide through the street. Wheelbarrowin' pickled pigs past the square, Hurlin' rotten cabbages at the mayor. Port-a-potty, smear it on a statue’s face, Laughing, coated, leaving ruin in our wake. [Chorus 2] Ohh! We’re fucking like we’re free, Rotten fruit, grime caking our thighs, Whoa! Bodies rough and nude, Scuffy and Zeb side by side. [Verse 3] Make prank confessions to the blind old priest, Carve our names in the pews, Number of the Beast. Pillagin' this Podunk, sowin' wild oats, Shittin' in mailboxes, gnawin' on the posts. Rippin' the fuckin' laundry off the line, Rubbin' it all over my fuckin' hiney. While Scuffy runs outta the chicken house, Stranglin' a hen in each fist and her mouth. [Chorus 3] Oh oh! We’re fucking like we’re free, Vomit and stew slicked on our hides, Whoa oh! Camping and fucking, Scuffy and Zeb, like fuckin' Bonnie and Clyde. [Bridge] Fireside I gasp, “Why so dirty?” She grins, acetone disfiguredly “Because we’re scuzzpunks,” she derides me, Is she trying to be Scuzzy? [Verse 4] By the river, Scuffy riding me raw, While that question, fuckin' sticks in my craw. She presses close, voice low, eyes burning bright: "It's fuckin' fate, Stripes. Scuzzy and Zeb tonight!" Our freedom collapses under her slip, It's just her delusion and her old habits. So I fuckin' wait for cover of dark, And I jet. I won't be your fuckin' mark. [Chorus 4] Ohhhh! I fuck off and I'm free, Hoofin' out into the unknown, Whoa!!! No guides, no gurus, It's Zeb. Just Zeb. Fuckin' alone.
