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Story behind the song
My pores drip the sour milk of my unsavory disease.
Lyrics
Daddy’s mad
What kind of shit you put us through
I’m very sorry
I’m doing what I’m gonna do
Little ones first
I can swallow a lot of these
Big orange ones next
Color my hand that bleeds
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
Mmm, why don’t I croak
Momma’s in hysterics
Guess I’ll dial 9-1-1
Daddy’s got the car, boy
Aren’t we having fun
Black goes inside of me
Gonna take away the bad
It’s one hell of a night
I suppose it’s a little sad
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
Mmm, why don’t I croak
I got homosexual tendencies
And I masturbate too much
I wallow in my own self pity
As I sit in my disgust
I loathe my very existence
So vile and unclean
My pores drip the sour milk
Of my unsavory disease
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
Mmm, why don’t I croak
I have corrupted goodness
And I have nurtured sin
I have murdered innocence
And helped the darkness to begin
I swallowed my evil pills
To keep the emptiness inside
But I was kept in this tortured world
To live with all my lies
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
I don’t like me so why don’t I die
Mmm, why don’t I croak