Hot Tub

In the middle of a fine toothed showdown, only one exists.
We're no different and the times we fought before, were just like this

Who cares for me if not my only baby?
What an angelic fuck; I'm in love again

Dip me in soda pop, op-shop visits on a Friday night.
'cause my liver's locked by my lover in her milky eyes

Who cares for me if not my Mummy and Daddy?
I feel so bad for myself wont you tell me please

My baby's boiling she should sit down,
There's a line she don't need to cross
It's Me and Satan in a hot tub filled with honey wine,
bleeding gums and every pink-eyed fishy in the whole wide world

My brain is a trickle down economy, temptation so damn rich
So many issues but tissues won't
fix it, there's a cream for every itch.

Who cares for me if not my self perception?
Oh, I don't know

My baby's boiling she should sit down,
There's a line she don't need to cross
It's Me and Satan in a hot tub filled with honey wine,
bleeding gums and every pink-eyed fishy in the whole wide world

My baby's boiling she should sit down,
There's a line she don't need to cross
It's Me and Satan in a hot tub filled with honey wine,
bleeding gums and every pink-eyed fishy in the whole wide world



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Tachibana, Connor Mccool, Samuel Dawes, Travers Keirle, Max Vallentine, Samuel Frank
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