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Judge me on the inside with a finger full of gravy
Want to get you on the sofa, lady, want to shake and bake me
Bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
I'm gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
Hollow full of bread with your husband screaming
We are skunk and soul and I found it on a screaming
Grab your wine, tell me when you been
With the violin crime and the moon gettin' thin
Grab your wine, tell me where you been
With the violin comin' and the moon gettin' thin
I want to climb up on the rug
I want to swing through the city on a wrecking ball
I want to climb up on the rug
I want to swing through the city on a wrecking ball
Lay on to the dawning of the pitiful sensation
'Cause the diamond full of salad and I kill my master nation
Got a bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Want to get you on the sofa, lady, want to shake and bake me
Bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
I'm gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
Hollow full of bread with your husband screaming
We are skunk and soul and I found it on a screaming
Grab your wine, tell me when you been
With the violin crime and the moon gettin' thin
Grab your wine, tell me where you been
With the violin comin' and the moon gettin' thin
I want to climb up on the rug
I want to swing through the city on a wrecking ball
I want to climb up on the rug
I want to swing through the city on a wrecking ball
Lay on to the dawning of the pitiful sensation
'Cause the diamond full of salad and I kill my master nation
Got a bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood, gotcha on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
I want to get up off the floor
I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lyrics submitted by Ice, edited by MrHorrible
Sweet Sunshine Lyrics as written by Carl Stephenson Beck Hansen
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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The lyrics are off.
"Touch me on the inside with a finger full of gravy, wanna get you on the sofa, lady, wanna shake and bake me"
"Bottle full of pain with a hog's head screaming With a scumbag soul and a body always screaming"
"...violin cryin'..."
"Hail to the dawning of the plentiful sensation 'Cause the town is full of sound and I killed my last relation"
Sounds a lot like drugs, if you ask me, but my view's skewed. But ex-girlfriend makes a lot of sense.