Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lotion on Its Skin, artist - Dog Fashion Disco. Album song Ad Nauseam, in the genre Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Record label: Rotten
Song language: English
Lotion on Its Skin |
| Lower down in your hole |
| Buckets of nothing to eat |
| I gave you my everything |
| Really what more do you need? |
| Spit it up and out |
| I bring the hammer down |
| Get it up |
| No doubt |
| Time to twist and wring you out |
| I’ll paint you a picture with my blood |
| It puts the lotion on its skin |
| Or else it gets the hose |
| Paradise once lost |
| The Second Coming in your eyes |
| These are such godless days |
| I’ll drink to that, I’ll drink to that |
| Know a rising line of sunshine |
| Only a monkey on your back |
| Just coughing, creeking echos here and |
| The Virgin Mary staring back |
| Weave a web to climb your way out |
| I’ll be waiting to push you right back down |
| Give it up |
| No doubt |
| Twist your wrist and turn you out |
| I’ll paint you a picture with my blood |
| It puts the lotion on its skin |
| Or else it gets the hose |
| Paradise once lost |
| The Second Coming in your eyes |
| These are such godless days |
| I’ll drink to that, I’ll drink to that |
| Gone baby gone |
| Just a bag of bones |
| Baby’s gone |
| And never coming home |
| Gone baby gone |
| Just a bag of bones |
| Baby’s gone |
| And never coming home |
| Gotta love that sound |
| When I’m drowning you out |
| Gotta love that sound |
| When I’m holding you down |
| Gotta love that sound |
| As I’m drowning you out |
| Gotta love that sound |
| When you’re hitting the ground |
| I’ll paint you a picture with my blood |
| It puts the lotion on its skin |
| Or else it gets the hose |
| Paradise once lost |
| The Second Coming in your eyes |
| These are such godless days |
| I’ll drink to that, I’ll drink to that |
| I’ll paint you a picture with my blood |
| It puts the lotion on its skin |
| Or else it gets the hose |
| Paradise once lost |
| The Second Coming in your eyes |
| These are such godless days |
| Ill drink to that, Ill drink to that |
| You’re never coming home |
| You’re never coming home |
| Gone baby gone |
| Just a bag of bones |
| Baby’s gone |
| And never coming home |
| Gone baby gone |
| Just a bag of bones |
| Baby’s gone |
| And never coming home |