Asleep In A Room Full Of Dog Shit lyrics by The Holy Mess. So erotic with intoxicated tenderness So exotic with a taste for surplus medicine See triple sixes...
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So erotic with intoxicated tenderness
So exotic with a taste for surplus medicine
See triple sixes in the streetlights glow
It’s all been said and done
Gone before you know
Then you ask me “when are you coming home?”
Doesn’t matter I’m sitting right there
With the setting sun
We’ll offer all our arrogance
With the setting sun
To reach our own ends
When all is said and done
We’ll pray for benevolence
With the setting sun
We’ll call to mind our sins
As our heads are sinking under
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