Ice Cream Apple Fuck - Fight Like Apes

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

So 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?