Every little simple seam scratches across my skin
Soft gravel scratches across my scab
It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr red
Simply sick wear Billy's bib

Oh my soul
There's a hole
Oh my soul

Sending psychic messages you can't even hear
From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear
Sugar sweet cinnamons never even mixed
We both drag our Jesus hair around

Oh my soul
There's a hole
Oh my soul
Dust cake boy boy boy

Well he (??) me something
God he (??) me something
Well he fucks real mean

She screams out your name 'cause she swears to be mine
'Cause the crystaline cut made him into a tragedy
You're staring at something you're never gonna see
Take your small eyes away from me

Oh my soul
There's a hole
Oh my soul
Dust cake boy boy boy

Well, dust cake boy
He fucks real mean
He fucks real good
He fucks real mean
He fucks mean
He fucks mean