Ice Cream Apple Fuck
Title | Ice Cream Apple Fuck |
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Artist | Fight Like Apes |
Album | The Body Of Christ And The Legs Of Tina Turner |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | This one goes out to you so much And all of the self-medicating Bones you like to talk about They'll talk of social stethoscopes And the pigments in your eyes They'll talk of puke-stained lipstick smears And your ice cream demise But you can't let that bog you down You can't just pretend that Everything will turn around On fresh-crimped hair you photoshop Those Woody Allen specs Won't you do yourself a favour? Won't you do yourself a favour? Won't you do yourself a favour? Won't you do us all a favour? I will not take your shit You skinny cow So let's produce a rope And drag it all out Let's retreat to Prague Drink cider from cans We can rip on your poor mum With her poxy mouth And then maybe you'll talk You'll tell me stupid lies About all your slut friends And their interesting lives And maybe you won't Maybe you'll boke All over your clothes And spit from your nose I tried hard to resist In letting you know That your ice cream demise Was a blessing in disguise So here's a few notes For your ledger, dear: You're pretentious as fuck With motive unclear You might also likeSo try and try again And I'll try and try again To protect you, dear So we'll try and try again So we'll try and try again To forget you, forget you, oh I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Can I have an inch of that? Can I have an inch of that? Can I have an inch of that? Can I have an inch of that? Can I have an inch of that? Can I have an inch of that? |