The Willies – John Maus
Genre Pop

LYRIC
The Willies

Skins
Is the only one I know who can explain
Rotten guts and equine births
Riddled with acne
And Skins has never loved a sickness
Despair and anguish
Can they smell my foul breath?
There is nothing funny at all, in regards to the sickness

The Willies
You'll laugh, you'll cry
You'll puke, you'll die
You'll laugh, you'll cry
You'll puke

A screaming bloody deer calf
And underneath the foam
You see its blackened woolly eye
A tear and its shiny tongue

The Willies
You'll laugh, you'll cry
You'll puke, you'll die
You'll laugh, you'll cry
You'll puke
Dangles burping out of bitch lips
And please do not mistake the horror of my words
Skins [I love you, Skins
Is the only one who knows
The terror, frustration
The genital mutilation
Eating my soul
My soul

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