"Dust Cake Boy" lyrics

Whoa, 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 cross 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 spit sentiment never even
Meant, meant, meant! Meant, meant, meant!
We've all dragged our Jesus hair
Around, round, round! Round, round, round!

Oh, my soul
There's a hole
Oh, my soul
Dust cake boy, boy, boy

Whoa, he wavers me something
God, he wavers me something
Well, 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

Whoa, dust cake boy
He fucks, wow
He fucks real good
He fucks real mean
He fucks mean
He fucks mean!