Dust Cake Boy (Live At The Astoria, London 2002)

[Intro] Yeah, shoot! Yeah, why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot! Yeah! [Verse 1] Indian Billy, simple sin, scratches across my Skin, skin, skin! Skin, skin, skin! Soft gravel scratches across my Skin, skin, skin! Skin, skin, skin! It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr grin Simply sick where Billy's been [Chorus] Oh, my soul There's a hole Oh, my soul [Verse 2] Sending psychic messages you can't even From my dumb mouth to your deaf Ear, ear, ear! Ear, ear, ear! Sugar spit sentiment never even We've all dragged our Jesus hair around [Chorus] Oh, my soul There's a hole Oh, my soul Dust cake boy, boy, boy [Bridge] Ah, he fucks real mean Hе fucks real [?] He fucks real mеan He fucks mean He fucks mean [Verse 3] 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 staring at something you're never gonna see Take your small eyes away from Me, me, me! Me, me, me! [Chorus] Oh, my soul There's a hole Oh, my soul Dust cake boy, boy, boy [Outro] Yeah, he fucks real good He fucks real Wow, he fucks real mean He fucks mean He fucks mean