Dust Cake Boy - Babes In Toyland

Indian Billy Simple Sin scratches across my skin

Soft gravel scratches off my skin It ain’t love baby that makes this martyr

grin.

Simply sick where Billys been

Oh my Soul theres a HOLE, Oh my soul theres a WHORE

Sending Psychic messages you can’t even hear from my dumb mouth to your deaf ear

Sugar spit sentiment never even meant were all dragged our Jesus hair around.

She screams out your name cause she sweats to be me has a crystalline cunt made

of mint julep Tea.

You’re staring at something that you’re never going to see

Take your small eyes away from me.

Oh my Soul theres a HOLE, Oh my soul theres a WHORE

my soul dust cake boy.

DUST CAKE BOY HE FUCKS me MEAN