Dust Cake Boy Lyrics - Singles - Babes In Toyland

Woah, shoot 

Oh yeah 

Why don't you shoot? 

Yeah, shoot, oh yeah 

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, 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 

Sending 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 spun sentiment never even 

Meant, meant, meant, meant, meant, meant 

We've all dragged our Jesus hair 

Around, around, around, around, around, 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 

Woah 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 staring 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 

Woah, dust cake boy he fucks 

Woah, he fucks real good 

He fucks real mean 

He fucks mean, he fucks mean