Oh My Gosh

by Bloody Death Skull

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released 25 May 2013

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Track Name: Girls Like You
Girls like you, they come in two. Girls like you, they come froo. I love you...love you. I'm off rhythm because your wisdom comes from so much prostituting experience and it throws me off. But I still love you. Ooh. Ooh. Oh your the most tall prostitute. Boots. Leather, it's better in color. That's why you have so many pairs of boots. It keeps you getting everybody's money. Honey, it's all about the money. Do what you can. You gotta get paid so you have to get laid all the time. At least 10 times a day. A good day's a little bit longer. But if you're stronger you can make it through. Ooh ooh hoo. I love you. You. Though you're a prostitute, I'll always be with you... Bitches, none of us will ever know what it feels like to grow in our pants.
Track Name: Will Ya Willyam
Will ya Willyam
Will ya Willyam
Will ya Willyam
Will ya Willyam
Won't you be my husband?
Why don't you be my husband?
Why you keep on runnin?
Will ya Willyam
Will ya Willyam
Won't you be my husband?
Why don't you be my husband?
Why you keep on runnin?
Will ya Willyam
Won't you be my husband?
Why don't you be my husband?
If you just let me love you I won't ask for ransom
I love you like Charles Manson loves Susan Sarandon
You be the meat and I'll be the rice
Come on Willyam make me your wife
Come on Willyam make me your wife
Come on Willyam like meat on rice
Willyam Will ya
Willyam Will ya
Willyam Will ya
Willyam Will ya
Won't you be my husband?
Why don't you be my husband?
Why you keep on runnin?
Track Name: Gloom
Welcome to my gloom. I just got a house here. It came recommended for the view and a bed that swallows you whole. Like a black hole, down through the floor. There is no light here, unless you invite her. She waits in the darkness. Never seen her but I'm sure she could swallow you whole. Like a black hole down, through the floor. The neighbors are friendly. They never leave their windows. I wonder what they're thinking. I'd ask but I'm too busy drowning in my soul. It's my black hole, down through the floor.
Welcome to your gloom. I hear you just got a house here. I highly recommend it for the view and a bed that will swallow you whole. It's a black hole, down through the floor (your soul).
Track Name: Nirvana Song
I am the seasons. I have my reasons. Dawn in the morning, long in the evening. Forgot your name. Is it the same? I'm the one to say, everyone's afraid. Everyone is gay. Everyone's afraid. Everyone is gay. I give no warning. Take this as warning. Most things are boring, unless someone's horny. Done and done, I won. And I've just begun. I'm the one to say, everyone's afraid.
Track Name: Betsy's Back
Betsy's back. She's bewildered. Betsy's back. Did you see her? Clean the room, like a cleaner. Betsy's back, oh my gosh. Betsy's back. Betsy's back. Oh my gosh.
Betsy's back. She's bewildered. Betsy's back. Should have seen her. Wield that axe like a cleaver. Betsy's back (like a habit), oh my gosh. Betsy's back. Oh my gosh, Betsy's back.
Betsy's back. Did you see her? Betsy's back. Had to be her. Betsy's back. Betsy's back. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Betsy's back. Oh my gosh. (Betsy's back like a habit) Oh my gosh!
Betsy's back. She's bewildered. Betsy's back. Should have seen her. Wield that axe like a cleaver. Betsy's back Oh my gosh. Betsy's back. Betsy's back Oh my gosh. (Betsy's back like a habit). Oh my gosh.
Track Name: Carpool (live at Donna's)
Is it carpool when I'm thinking of you? Carpool, when I'm missing you? Carpool, I'm lonely for you. Roll down my window, Mr. Officer, could have sworn there was another passenger in my car. Have I taken it too far? Is it carpool when I'm thinking of you. Carpool, if I'm seeing you. Carpool, I'm lonely for you. You're like a ghost holding my hand, singing along to our favorite band on the radio. This traffic jam's too slow. So slow, so slow, so slow, so slow, so slow, so slow, so slow...so...slow......so.......slow.....