[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
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