Dust Cake Boy

Wa-shoot

Oh, yeah, why don't you shoot?

Yeah, shoot

Oh, yeah

Indian Billy simple sent scratches across my

Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin

Soft gravel scratches cross my

Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin

It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr

Grin, grin, grin, grin, grin, grin

Simply sick, where Billy's

Been, been, been, been, been, been

Oh, my soul

There's a hole

Oh, my soul

Sendin' psychic messages you can't even

Hear, hear, hear, hear, hear, hear

From my dumb mouth to your deaf

Ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear

Sugar spit sentiment never even

Meant, meant, meant, meant, meant, meant

We've all dragged our Jesus hair a-

Round, round, round, round, round, round

Oh, my soul

There's a hole

Oh, my soul

Dust cake boy

Boy, boy

When he whispers me something

God, he wavers me something

Well, he fucks real mean

Mean

She screams out your name 'cause she sweats to be

Me, me, me, me, me, me

Has a crystalline cunt made of mint julep

Tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea

You're starin' at something you're never gonna

See

Take your small eyes away from

Me, me, me, me, me, me

Oh, my soul

There's a hole

Oh, my soul

Dust cake boy

Boy, boy

Well, dust cake boy

He fucks real

He fucks real good

He fucks real mean

He fucks mean

He fucks mean