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Sorry, man, sorry, sorry, I've got a bad eye,
I shouldn't have, I should've looked at it,
I should've looked at it, go, go away, go away
The sugar star, the sugar star, and the, the abortionist and, hey
You want her on the bed with her legs wide open and her eyes all spread
What's the matter with blackjack bones?
Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones, aw
Cry me a river but just take me home
Oh, Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. jones
Sorry, man, I gotta a gut, slit me
Fuckin' ran away with my abortionist
My little eye blacked demonologist
The knife they used to, to gut my face in
It's been out stabbing baby, baby angels in
Smile, smile
The sky's all narcotic with blackjack bones
Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones,
My virus is raging, it's breaking my bones,
Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
Die, survive, I will, I will follow you down the sick drain
When I lean on the sink
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, baby
You will, you will never stink so bad
I'm sorry man, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked at it, I'm sorry man
You night blooming sickle cell, you're a night blooming sickle cell
Carry it away, get it away
Look into the bloodroot you suicide bitch
It takes an hour like you to make me wanna live
Sorry, I'm sorry man, I'm sorry man, whoa
The skies are narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones, yeah
Come get your dog, it won't leave me alone
Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones,
My virus is raging, it's breaking my bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
Oh, cry me a river baby, but just take me home
Oh Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones
Sister ectoplasma, she's incredulous
Just like a pro she takes off her dress and she
Kicks you down in her snow white pumps
Just remember it was me who found the lie
Shit, shit
Yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Shit, shit
Yeah, east is east and west is west
And mine was you and mine was the best
And you are east and west is west
And mine was you and mine was
Mine was gold, Mrs. Jones
Breathe
I really, don't ask me again
Don't ever talk to me like that again
I shouldn't have, I should've looked at it,
I should've looked at it, go, go away, go away
The sugar star, the sugar star, and the, the abortionist and, hey
You want her on the bed with her legs wide open and her eyes all spread
What's the matter with blackjack bones?
Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones, aw
Cry me a river but just take me home
Oh, Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. jones
Sorry, man, I gotta a gut, slit me
Fuckin' ran away with my abortionist
My little eye blacked demonologist
The knife they used to, to gut my face in
It's been out stabbing baby, baby angels in
Smile, smile
The sky's all narcotic with blackjack bones
Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones,
My virus is raging, it's breaking my bones,
Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
Die, survive, I will, I will follow you down the sick drain
When I lean on the sink
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, baby
You will, you will never stink so bad
I'm sorry man, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked at it, I'm sorry man
You night blooming sickle cell, you're a night blooming sickle cell
Carry it away, get it away
Look into the bloodroot you suicide bitch
It takes an hour like you to make me wanna live
Sorry, I'm sorry man, I'm sorry man, whoa
The skies are narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones, yeah
Come get your dog, it won't leave me alone
Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones,
My virus is raging, it's breaking my bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
Oh, cry me a river baby, but just take me home
Oh Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones
Sister ectoplasma, she's incredulous
Just like a pro she takes off her dress and she
Kicks you down in her snow white pumps
Just remember it was me who found the lie
Shit, shit
Yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Shit, shit
Yeah, east is east and west is west
And mine was you and mine was the best
And you are east and west is west
And mine was you and mine was
Mine was gold, Mrs. Jones
Breathe
I really, don't ask me again
Don't ever talk to me like that again
Lyrics submitted by ShiverForMe, edited by scottdoesntknow628
Track duration: 05:25
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and the "lick up the blood you suicide bitch it takes an hour like you to make me wanna live!" part is fan-f**king-tastic.
maybe it's about a girl who was raped and she gets pregnant and has an abortion. maybe an at home abortion. and she kills herself right after.
i dunno who the fuck mrs. jones is though.