Текст (слова) песни: Babes in Toyland - Dust Cake Boy
Indian Billy Simple Sin scratches across my skin Soft gravel scratches off my skin It ain`t love baby that makes this martyr grin. Simply sick where Billys been Oh my Soul theres a HOLE, Oh my soul theres a WHORE Sending Psychic messages you can`t even hear from my dumb mouth to your deaf ear Sugar spit sentiment never even meant were all dragged our Jesus hair around. She screams out your name cause she sweats to be me has a crystalline cunt made of mint julep Tea. You`re staring at something that you`re never going to see Take your small eyes away from me. Oh my Soul theres a HOLE, Oh my soul theres a WHORE my soul dust cake boy. DUST CAKE BOY HE FUCKS me MEAN
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