Dead Wipe
Dale Crover
Dead wipe did cross your skin
Don't hiss me with that scare
Ring me for the mess that you're in
You're one with the open head
Back to you
Sure, jack it over
I didn't never want to come in this place
Let your little rag doll squeeze on me
Dead wipe runs on my face
Soaking, I'll never see it
Simple now
Over it now.