Текст песни Wash It All Off - Foetus

Whoa Yeah!
Fear isn't fun, what price enjoyment
From an ashtray anchor acne ashtray like you, whoo hoo!
Give me, give me apathy
Give me apathy, give me pain
Give me pain like a nicotine stain, whoo! Ooh ooh ooh
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
Hit and run, hit and run, whoa, whoa
Hit and run, that's right baby

Come on that's right baby, wash it
Wash it
You gotta wash it
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism

I'm simping and I'm scraving until the next little fill-in-a-hole
Mental, mental hygiene!
Assassinator!
Assassinator-nator-nator!

Wash it all off
Wash it
You gotta wash it
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism

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 oh

Wash it all off
Come on!
That's right baby, wash it
Wash it, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism

You've got foetus on your breath

Why, why kill time when you can ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-kill yourself?
You've got a foetus on your breath, baby

Gimme gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
A suck and what a fight
You willed, oh well, oilwell, Orwell
Oh well, oilwell, Orwell
Oh wow, wow, wow, wow, yeah!

Come on that's right baby, wash it all off
Wash it, you gotta wash it
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism

Wa wa wa wash it
Come on that's right baby, wash it
Wash it, wash it, wash it
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism