Joey China II

Dig out the rotten fruit
And throw away what's of no use, oh
You're leaving me like a shell
Wash hands and go again
Rinse and repeat 'til I am dead, oh
Then put me on the shelf

Would be a shame if I fell
I'd be on my way right to hell, oh
Joey's on his way to hell
It's okay, for here I'll stay
Upright and always seen, yeah
Yeah



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Writer(s): Gabriel Ackerman
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