Burn the Scab Le Butcherettes

How many times must I have to paint
Over these mountains drawn of grass
When all you do is being wrapped in wit
Deeper than any wounded scab?

Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil
Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust
Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil
Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust

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How many times must I have to say
You're losing me over a stab
Following dust throughout endless rows
That lead under the open skies?

Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil
Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust
Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil
Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust

I find it hard to articulate
I find it hard to pronounce
I find it hard to articulate
I find it hard to pronounce these words