Candy Butchers Worry My Dome
I wanna kiss a suburban girl
My lips wrapped around her snow-whie pearl
In the middle of the day
At the end of the world
I wanna give her Paris and Rome
God forbid she ever finds out on her own
At the end of the day
All the roads lead back home
I'll never worry my dome again
I'll never worry my dome again
I'll never worry my dome
I wanna kiss a suburban girl
Get ripped and fill her head with sentimental words
Follow that purple prose
Down every rabbit hole
I feel blessed, I feel ten feet tall
I'm a mess, let's take a trip to the strip mall
'Cause none of my clothes fit
And none of it's my fault
I'll never worry my dome again
I'll never worry my dome again
I'll never worry my dome
I wanna kiss a suburban girl
My lips wrapped around her snow-whie pearl
In the middle of the day
At the end of the world
