Going on, coming off
Her dress is in a little while
No clue where she's been
But she will not reveal
Nor let go of her ways
She will see ghosts go
God, that is no ghost
Ghosts, Shenandoah
Jacking on her
Ghosts, address an error
Understand how they all knew
The one who has been on her mind
Ghosts of dead effect
Unbelievably beautiful
So we can arrive at the same place
Nothing is more Morrissey
Than acute distress
Acute nothing dress
I dress acutely
And I deal nothingness
I deal nothing
In this distress acutely
Thought, fail and forsake
You dumb f*ckery fable
Distillery, canker, coleslaw, whore
Must you break my forlorn folklore
The phallus of C's
Diss, diss with ease
Who is this hollyhunker
Who flunked back
Handjob, jizz, a failed gym
You have here, boy
This bitch bewitched
Sun, sun, riding him hard
So hey-ho
What's with all the dead people
GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH - Goth Gnome Ghost (feat. Honky Tonk Hellfire) Lyrics
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Going on, coming off
Her dress is in a little while
No clue where she's been
But she will not reveal
Nor let go of her ways
She will see ghosts go
God, that is no ghost
Ghosts, Shenandoah
Jacking on her
Ghosts, address an error
Understand how they all knew
The one who has been on her mind
Ghosts of dead effect
Unbelievably beautiful
So we can arrive at the same place
Nothing is more Morrissey
Than acute distress
Acute nothing dress
I dress acutely
And I deal nothingness
I deal nothing
In this distress acutely
Thought, fail and forsake
You dumb f*ckery fable
Distillery, canker, coleslaw, whore
Must you break my forlorn folklore
The phallus of C's
Diss, diss with ease
Who is this hollyhunker
Who flunked back
Handjob, jizz, a failed gym
You have here, boy
This bitch bewitched
Sun, sun, riding him hard
So hey-ho
What's with all the dead people
Her dress is in a little while
No clue where she's been
But she will not reveal
Nor let go of her ways
She will see ghosts go
God, that is no ghost
Ghosts, Shenandoah
Jacking on her
Ghosts, address an error
Understand how they all knew
The one who has been on her mind
Ghosts of dead effect
Unbelievably beautiful
So we can arrive at the same place
Nothing is more Morrissey
Than acute distress
Acute nothing dress
I dress acutely
And I deal nothingness
I deal nothing
In this distress acutely
Thought, fail and forsake
You dumb f*ckery fable
Distillery, canker, coleslaw, whore
Must you break my forlorn folklore
The phallus of C's
Diss, diss with ease
Who is this hollyhunker
Who flunked back
Handjob, jizz, a failed gym
You have here, boy
This bitch bewitched
Sun, sun, riding him hard
So hey-ho
What's with all the dead people
Writer: Robert Bryant
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