Wash It All Off - Foetus, You've Got Foetus on Your Breath

Fear isn’t fun… what price enjoyment

From an ashtray anchor acne ashtray like you

Give me apathy… give me pain

Give me pain like a nicotine stain

And I can’t decide if you’re malignant or benign

You’re a hit and run, hit and run, you are a hit and run

That’s right, baby…

Wash it all off

That’s right, baby, wash it

Wash it all off

You gotta wash it

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I’m simping and I’m scraving until the next little

Fill-in-a-hole

Mental hygiene

Assassinate

Assassinator nita nator

Wash it all off

Wash it

You gotta wash it

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I can see the quality but you just feel the length

Stretch and poke and pop and stretch and

Poke and pop and stretch and poke

And stretchpokepop stretchpokepop stretch

Wash it all off

Come on that’s right, baby, wash it

Wash it wash wash wash wash wash wash

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You’ve got Foetus on your breath

Why kill itme when you can kill yourself

You’ve got Foetus on your breath, baby

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight

A suck and what a fight

You willed — oh well

Oilwell — Orwell

Wash it all off

Come on, that’s right, baby, wash it all off

Wash it, you gotta wash it

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Wash it all off

Wash it wash it wash it

Wash wash wash wash

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