Songtext von Wash It All Off

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 nicotene 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 Supercalifragilisticsadomasochism 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 Supercalifragilisticsadomasochism 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 Supercalifragilisticsadomasochism 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 Supercalifragilisticsadomasochism Wash it all off Wash it wash it wash it Wash wash wash wash Supercalifragilisticsadomasochism