Ice Cream Apple Fuck

This one goes out to you so much
And all of the self-medicating
Bones you like to talk about
They'll talk of social stethoscopes
And the pigments in your eyes
They'll talk of puke-stained lipstick smears
And your ice cream demise

But you can't let that bog you down
You can't just pretend that
Everything will turn around
On fresh-crimped hair you photoshop
Those Woody Allen specs
Won't you do yourself a favour?
Won't you do yourself a favour?
Won't you do yourself a favour?
Won't you do us all a favour?

I will not take your shit
You skinny cow
So let's produce a rope
And drag it all out
Let's retreat to Prague
Drink cider from cans
We can rip on your poor mum
With her poxy mouth

And then maybe you'll talk
You'll tell me stupid lies
About all your slut friends
And their interesting lives
And maybe you won't
Maybe you'll boke
All over your clothes
And spit from your nose

I tried hard to resist
In letting you know
That your ice cream demise
Was a blessing in disguise
So here's a few notes
For your ledger, dear:
You're pretentious as fuck
With motive unclear

So try and try again
And I'll try and try again
To protect you, dear
So we'll try and try again
So we'll try and try again
To forget you, forget you, oh

I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith
I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith
I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith
I think I just came, Elizabeth
Smith, Smith, Smith
Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith
Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith
Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith

Can I have an inch of that?
Can I have an inch of that?
Can I have an inch of that?

Can I have an inch of that?
Can I have an inch of that?

Can I have an inch of that?