Lotion on Its Skin - Dog Fashion Disco

Lower down in your hole

Buckets of nothing to eat

I gave you my everything

Really what more do you need?

Spit it up and out

I bring the hammer down

Get it up

No doubt

Time to twist and wring you out

I’ll paint you a picture with my blood

It puts the lotion on its skin

Or else it gets the hose

Paradise once lost

The Second Coming in your eyes

These are such godless days

I’ll drink to that, I’ll drink to that

Know a rising line of sunshine

Only a monkey on your back

Just coughing, creeking echos here and

The Virgin Mary staring back

Weave a web to climb your way out

I’ll be waiting to push you right back down

Give it up

No doubt

Twist your wrist and turn you out

I’ll paint you a picture with my blood

It puts the lotion on its skin

Or else it gets the hose

Paradise once lost

The Second Coming in your eyes

These are such godless days

I’ll drink to that, I’ll drink to that

Gone baby gone

Just a bag of bones

Baby’s gone

And never coming home

Gone baby gone

Just a bag of bones

Baby’s gone

And never coming home

Gotta love that sound

When I’m drowning you out

Gotta love that sound

When I’m holding you down

Gotta love that sound

As I’m drowning you out

Gotta love that sound

When you’re hitting the ground

I’ll paint you a picture with my blood

It puts the lotion on its skin

Or else it gets the hose

Paradise once lost

The Second Coming in your eyes

These are such godless days

I’ll drink to that, I’ll drink to that

I’ll paint you a picture with my blood

It puts the lotion on its skin

Or else it gets the hose

Paradise once lost

The Second Coming in your eyes

These are such godless days

Ill drink to that, Ill drink to that

You’re never coming home

You’re never coming home

Gone baby gone

Just a bag of bones

Baby’s gone

And never coming home

Gone baby gone

Just a bag of bones

Baby’s gone

And never coming home