Lyrics:
Every time I open my mouth
I take off my clothes
I'm raw and frostbitten from
Being exposed
I got red scabby hands
And purple scabby feet
Thin end of the wedge, scabby head
Crawled under the bench, scabby legs
Pigeon on a ledge in the end
Pigeon on a nest, double eggs
Breaking when
Lame seem to be
The words now
No voice to speak them
No ears to listen to them
For a dead heart
In a dead world
Scabby
Damned
Forgotten
Like
For coughs and colds and scabby holes
Itchy pimples, unseemly moles
For funny turns and Chinese burns
For aching heads we're most concerned
For
Yeah mi short a breath, mi nah run down nobody
No bruk choppa couldn't step to di dolly
As a top gyal, couldn't compete wid a scabby
Nuh need nuh
(moving circles, lines and squares)
Black Eyed Daisy, old plank road
Boots are chasing away the cold
Wrinkled hands and scabby knees (scabby knees)
Hand in
Digesting
The dead tissue
Cannibalistic cravings
Take it's course
Feasting upon
The scabby flesh of mine
Leaving delicious aftertaste of
Infected rot
beer...
Get weavin', in Macclesfield,
Get weavin', and get your knackers feeled.
Kiss your crack but miss her lips,
She's got a scabby face and she smells
My addiction makes me piss on floors
And go home with these scabby whores
I took to much lsd
Now I'm in I see you at mre
Cocaine and coors come
I try,
My finger leaves an imprint in your wet intent,
You keep receiving flowers that were never sent, yeah,
Some little scabby young thing sucks me
Crank Skank Fat and Rank
Smells like and old Fish Tank
Clustered Zits Explode with Cheez
Yank Whore Down on Scabby Knees
Boils Grow Blow for a Blow
Woiii
Fi di girl dem (fi di girl dem)
Ma sexy ladies ma dainty babies
All di good body girl dem, Nuh carry nuh rabies nah carry nuh scabbies
All mi
streets
Remember Mama's Band Aids on your scabby knees
They had to bleed for little victories
Don't give up, don't give in
Stand and fight, you just
Oh come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell
It belongs to the candyman
Don't whore your little bodies
Oh come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell
It belongs to the candyman
Don't whore your little bodies
Scabby head knobby kneed old nappy head
Thunder thighs, juicing all turning red
Pizza face pop it quick old nasty old
Pits old panty waist
Knotty
Scabby head knobby kneed old nappy head
Thunder thighs, juicing all turning red
Pizza face pop it quick old nasty old
Pits old panty waist
Knotty
of the barn
Is blown halfway to town
It's hard, hard on my hard-working farm
The apples are scabby
The currents have rot
There isn't a pestilence
We
was one
That was once you
Honolulu Hurricane I knew that you were not insane
Living in the insane world
Smiling like it's no big deal
Scabby
hear them howl at me
A scabby ketchup bottle and a two-dollar bill
I guess its time to pay the bill, but you know I never will
I'm hungry still
[Solo: intumescence of pulverised piles]
Wart-encrusted sebaceous growths
Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast
Scabby and blistered
Queuing up for soup with scabby sores
Then they sent us off to war
We came back in the '40s and there were wheelchairs, guns and tickertape
We poured
noses
Scabby knees
You get from fighting wars like these
Running past the tidy houses
Pulling faces
This material world
Couldn't temp this girl
Now
Not happy just slaughtering species, the planet is clove to the core
Sometimes these hideous memories bring tears of joy to my scabby face
We are
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