Dust Cake Boy - Lyrics - Babes In Toyland

Woah, shoot Oh yeah, why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot Oh yeah! Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my skin Soft gravel scratches cross my skin It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr grin Simply sick, where Billy's been Oh my soul, there's a hole Oh, my soul. Sending psychic messages you can't even hear From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear Sugar spit sentiment never even meant We've all dragged our Jesus hair 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 God he *** real mean Mean She screams out your name cause she sweats to be me Has a crystalline *** made of mint julep tea You're staring at something you're never gonna see.. Take your small eyes away from me Oh, my soul. There's a hole Oh my soul dust cake boy Boy Boy Woah dust cake boy He *** real mean He *** mean He *** mean