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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