I love my mustard gas
I love it so
But there's things of mustard gas you
Ought to know
She keeps some in the bedroom
She keeps some by the phone
A cloud hangs in the bathroom
When she is all alone
She sees the yellow-grey cloud
It brings its sickness near
She doesn't know quite what it is
She's getting the f*** outta here
Seeps through her polyester
Burns in the third degree
Her skin is turning black
It's getting cold, it's getting tough, it's getting leathery
I love my mustard gas
It's so much fun
And you'll love mustard gas by the
Time we're done
Mustard gas is pretty bad for you
So keep some in the basement and the playground too
It buckles skin and it ruins sight
It intrudes in my nostrils but it feels alright
If you've got blisters and their filled with goo
And there's a blood-tinged fluid seeping out of your nose
Feeling nauseous and your throat burns too
Then it's mustard gas wreaking havoc over you
I love it so
But there's things of mustard gas you
Ought to know
She keeps some in the bedroom
She keeps some by the phone
A cloud hangs in the bathroom
When she is all alone
She sees the yellow-grey cloud
It brings its sickness near
She doesn't know quite what it is
She's getting the f*** outta here
Seeps through her polyester
Burns in the third degree
Her skin is turning black
It's getting cold, it's getting tough, it's getting leathery
I love my mustard gas
It's so much fun
And you'll love mustard gas by the
Time we're done
Mustard gas is pretty bad for you
So keep some in the basement and the playground too
It buckles skin and it ruins sight
It intrudes in my nostrils but it feels alright
If you've got blisters and their filled with goo
And there's a blood-tinged fluid seeping out of your nose
Feeling nauseous and your throat burns too
Then it's mustard gas wreaking havoc over you