Fuc All the Doh Lyrics

not a million miles away

digest the meaning of
wild berries wild hands play

steeled against the cold

cold hearted cold blooded gold

to sit on

with a joyful mask

fulfilled the present task

bed of roses

wince & writhe

shooting with

thorns

check out the notes the dust who knows

what goes it floats it flows follows
get out sípose turn up your nose

what goes it shows you know

far gone & so you gotta know

itís gonna blow in rows

f*** all the doh greese & elbow

too low oh no

fuc all the doh grease & elbow

itís gonna blow in rows

far gone & so you gotta know
too low oh no

fuc all the doh you gotta know

itís gonna blow in rows

far gone & so greese & elbow... too low oh no

fuc all the doh grease & elbow

itís gonna blow in rows

far gone & so you gotta know

too low oh no

fuc all the doh grease & elbow

itís gonna blow in rows

far gone & so you gotta know

too low oh no