Lotion On Its Skin

(álbum: Ad Nauseam - 2015)

Lower down in your hole
Buckets of nothing to eat
I gave you my everything
Really what more do you need?
Spit it up and out
I bring the hammer down
Get it up
No doubt
Time to twist and wring you out

I'll paint you a picture with my blood
It puts the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose
Paradise once lost
The Second Coming in your eyes
These are such godless days
I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that

Know a rising line of sunshine
Only a monkey on your back
Just coughing, creeking echos here and
The Virgin Mary staring back

Weave a web to climb your way out
I'll be waiting to push you right back down
Give it up
No doubt
Twist your wrist and turn you out

I'll paint you a picture with my blood
It puts the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose
Paradise once lost
The Second Coming in your eyes
These are such godless days
I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that

Gone baby gone
Just a bag of bones
Baby's gone
And never coming home

Gone baby gone
Just a bag of bones
Baby's gone
And never coming home

Gotta love that sound
When I'm drowning you out
Gotta love that sound
When I'm holding you down

Gotta love that sound
As I'm drowning you out
Gotta love that sound
When you're hitting the ground

I'll paint you a picture with my blood
It puts the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose
Paradise once lost
The Second Coming in your eyes
These are such godless days
I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that

I'll paint you a picture with my blood
It puts the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose
Paradise once lost
The Second Coming in your eyes
These are such godless days
I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that

You're never coming home
You're never coming home

Gone baby gone
Just a bag of bones
Baby's gone
And never coming home

Gone baby gone
Just a bag of bones
Baby's gone
And never coming home