Ice Cream Apple Fuck

This one goes out to you smudge
And all of the self-medicated bums who 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 mom 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
I'll stare down 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 no other volum clear
So I try and try again
And I try and try again
To protect you dear
So I try and try again
So I try and try again
To forget you, forget you oh
Oh, oh, oh, 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
Ah can I have an end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff)
Ah can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff)
Ah can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff)
Ah can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff)
Oh can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff)
Can I have and end of that?
Can I have and end of that?
Can I have an end of that?