Lyrics Dust Cake Boy - Babes In Toyland

Dust Cake Boy

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