Stephen Lynch - Omaha (Neil Young Rip-off 2) lyrics

Omaha? Bluebird?
She's got her whole fist inside me
And I forgot my safe word
Is it Hamilton? Or Aaron Burr?
Every time I get it wrong
It's another inch deeper (oh Jesus)

Is it Cumberbatch? Or Babadook?
It's kinda hard to concentrate when you're
Hangin' from an old meat hook
Is it "stop"? Why would it be?
I asked her for a hint but she
Just took a piss on me (oh Jesus)

Maybe it's rock? Maybe it's roll?
Maybe it's "Please don't slide that
Rod into my penis-hole"?
It's not "help"‚ it's not "dear god"
I found that one out when she
Hit me with the cattle prod (oh Jesus)

Now I feel so empty and torn up inside
Not from guilt but from that
Fist she made me ride
It's still in there‚ it's not going til
The safe word I be knowing
But, I'm blanking‚ and she's laughing
And her forearm's 'bout half-in
And this was my first time
I'm newly christened
When she talked safe words
I should have listened
But, I was distracted, watched her undressing
The fuck am I singing? Get back to guessing

Is it whip? Is it plume?
Is it chair? Okay‚ I know it's not I'm just
Naming shit that I see in this room
I give up s-O-S
She's got high heel on my throat
And now I'm losing conscious -