Black Hole Big Dutch Lyrics

My wounds fester fresh polyester

Life a cold bitch put the gun up on the dresser

This ain't a western doesn't get better

I'm a nice guy when ever I address her

I'm angry at god but I change with the seasons

Rip out the scars and the cuts they will deepen

Rolling with five I'm steady I'm creepin

Ready to die I pick at the lesions

I can see shadows dripping on the wall

Like it up north cold glick Montreal

Even when I died they could watch me fucking crawl

When I come back pick up my call

Yea I see things don't pay em no mind

Out the corner of my eye what do I find

I dont like you big bitch out of time

Part of the grind that's by design

My wounds fester fresh polyester

Life a cold bitch put the gun up on the dresser

This ain't a western doesn't get better

I'm a nice guy when ever I address her

I'm angry at god but I change with the seasons

Rip out the scars and the cuts they will deepen

Rolling with five I'm steady I'm creepin

Ready to die I pick at the lesions

Turn my head quick click like what

Dead in my bed big cut

See it my eyes I can't touch

Alone in my room but we discuss

Like yuck I don't give a fuck threw em in the truck

He stuck is that enough ran outta luck

Look me in my eyes black hole big dutch

Took my by surprise all alone in the dust