| | Dust Cake Boy Lyrics Artist(Band):Babes In Toyland
Oh yeah, why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot Oh yeah! Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my skin Soft gravel scratches cross my skin It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr grin Simply sick, where Billy's been Oh my soul, there's a hole Oh, my soul. Sending psychic messages you can't even hear From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear Sugar spit sentiment never even meant We've all dragged our Jesus hair around Oh my soul, there's a hole Oh, my soul dust cake boy, boy, boy Woah he wavers me something God he wavers me something God he fucks real mean Mean 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 you're never gonna see.. Take your smiling eyes away from me Oh, my soul. There's a hole Oh my soul dust cake boy boy boy Woah Woah he fucks real mean He fucks mean He fucks mean... If you find some error in Dust Cake Boy Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Dust Cake Boy The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Babes In Toyland" Music | |
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