Lyrics Blood Knuckled and Dusted - The Real Tuesday Weld, Oriana Curls

Blood Knuckled and Dusted

He ain’t no baby, he’s sure a shambles
He looks all pork pie, he looks love-handles
He ain’t no poet, he ain’t no boho
He’s just a junkie, he’s just a no-go
He’s blood-knuckled and dusted
He’s so over, he’s busted
He got all skinned up, he got all chewed up
He dates a pin-up, 'she has him spewed up
He 's like weasel, run out of diesel
A piss-artist with no easel
He’s blood-knuckled and dusted
He’s so over, he’s busted
I love the state you’re in
You get beneath my skin
It makes me want to sin
But where would I begin?
He’s such a liar, he’s all desire
Still believes that he’s the messiah
He’ll get dead-headed, he’ll get so shredded
He’ll blow his mind out in the fire
He’s blood-knuckled and dusted
He’s so over he’s busted
I love the state you’re in
You get beneath my skin
It makes me want to sin
But where would i begin?