Dust Cake Boy Songtext / Lyric

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 spit 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

God, he fucks real mean

He fucks mean, he fucks mean