Lyrics Wash It All Off - Foetus, You've Got Foetus on Your Breath

Wash It All Off

Fear isn’t fun… what price enjoyment
From an ashtray anchor acne ashtray like you
Give me apathy… give me pain
Give me pain like a nicotine stain
And I can’t decide if you’re malignant or benign
You’re a hit and run, hit and run, you are a hit and run
That’s right, baby…
Wash it all off
That’s right, baby, wash it
Wash it all off
You gotta wash it
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I’m simping and I’m scraving until the next little
Fill-in-a-hole
Mental hygiene
Assassinate
Assassinator nita nator
Wash it all off
Wash it
You gotta wash it
Supercalifragilisticsadomasochism
I can see the quality but you just feel the length
Stretch and poke and pop and stretch and
Poke and pop and stretch and poke
And stretchpokepop stretchpokepop stretch
Wash it all off
Come on that’s right, baby, wash it
Wash it wash wash wash wash wash wash
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You’ve got Foetus on your breath
Why kill itme when you can kill yourself
You’ve got Foetus on your breath, baby
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
A suck and what a fight
You willed — oh well
Oilwell — Orwell
Wash it all off
Come on, that’s right, baby, wash it all off
Wash it, you gotta wash it
Supercalifragilisticsadomasochism
Wash it all off
Wash it wash it wash it
Wash wash wash wash
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