"FUKOUNA GIRL (REMIX)" lyrics

STOMACH BOOK, Girls Rituals & JOHNNASCUS Lyrics

"FUKOUNA GIRL (REMIX)"
(feat. Girls Rituals, JOHNNASCUS)

For the lightning bolts in my arteries
For the scum sucking worms and devotees
Shake your tail, let your blood 'till you can't see
Where they're digging a hole for our bodies
'Cause we don't really know what the facts were
Sing the same fascist song with some new words
If you hate her, I think you should kill her
But you won't, because everybody's cheering for-

Fukouna girl, fukouna girl
If you wanna flay me, let's see what's inside
Fukouna girl, fukouna girl, ah, ah
'Cause pretty girls can never die

It's like this pointless slaughter seems to bind us both together
And it doesn't even matter who gets cut and who's the cutter
It's a morphogenic curse, share this history in us
In our paranoiac terror 'coming what we always were
I'm on it
Yeah, I know I wanted it
Some type of machine loops itself in me
Let's do it
If your exclusion is communion too
We'll rub the salt in, make you sick
Then we'll wash all your wounds clean

All my bones will be bound up in dresses
They will watch as I dance on the fences
Harmony stained with consequences
Maybe then we will all learn our lesson
Hello brother, I'm making a weapon
Hello sister, I'm making confessions
I am answering for my transgressions
Can't escape, darling, everybody knows I'm the-

Fukouna girl, fukouna girl
If you wanna flay me, let's see what's inside
Fukouna girl, fukouna girl, ah, ah
'Cause pretty girls can never die

Yeah, it feels nice slayin' your every thought
Knock ya' fuckin' teeth, ow, ya' throwin' up
Rockin' up outta' state, but fuck the hubba bub
Hold up
Shadow every step

Fukouna girl, fukouna girl
(Fukouna girl, fukouna girl)

Everything comes out like I'm speakin' in tongues
What I really want to say is that I wanna see you-
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE
Who do you want to see die?
I think it was me, I think it was me
I think it was the fact that I really want to DIE
E-E-Everything comes out, like I'm speakin' in tongues
Everything comes out, l-like a faulty ladder rung
I wanna say what I mean, not have you mean what I say
I wanna say what I mean, not have you mean what I-

Say, not have you mean what I say
Not have you mean what I-

I say goodbye- bye- bye
I say goodbye- bye- bye
I- to my own words
Girl, who can save her?
This dis- this dis- that she has, there is no cure
The steel is ki-i-i-i- steel is-
Then the blood- blood- blood- in her mouth
All the angels laughing down
All the angels laughing down (LAUGHING DOWN)
I-I-I-I-I- Da- I-I-I-
I FEEL LIKE A FUCKIN' MESS
Da- I-I-I- Da- I-I-I-
WHY AM I SO DEPRESSED?
I JUST WANNA BE RESET-ET-ET-ET-
(Die- Die- Die- Di-Di-)
The-The-The steel is-
The-The-The-The steel is-
The-The- steel is-
The-The- steel-
The-The-The-steel is-
The-The-The-The steel is-
The-The- steel is-
The-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-~
I say goodbye to a blackbird
I say goodb- I say goodbye-e-
I say goodbye to my own words
She's an unlucky girl, who can save her?
This disease that she has, there is no cure
The steel is kissing her head now
Then the blood and saliva in her mouth
All the angels laughing down
All the angels laughing down

Fukouna girl, fukouna girl
If you wanna flay me, let's see what's inside
Fukouna girl, fukouna girl, ah, ah
'Cause pretty girls can never-
Fukouna girl, fukouna girl
If you wanna flay me, let's see what's inside
Fukouna girl, fukouna girl, ah, ah
'Cause pretty girls deserve to die
Die, die


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