Ice Cream Apple F**k

This one goes out to you smudge And all of the self-medicated bums who like to talk about They'll talk of social stethoscopes and the pigments in your eyes They'll talk of puke-stained lipstick smears and your ice cream demise But you can't let that bog you down You can't just pretend that everything will turn around On fresh crimped hair you photoshop those Woody Allen specs Won't you do yourself a favour? Won't you do yourself a favour? Won't you do yourself a favour? Won't you do us all a favour? I will not take your shit, you skinny cow So let's produce a rope and drag it all out Let's retreat to Prague, drink cider from cans We can rip on your poor mom with her poxy mouth And then maybe you'll talk, you'll tell me stupid lies About all your slut friends and their interesting lives And maybe you won't Maybe you'll boke all over your clothes I'll stare down your nose I tried hard to resist in letting you know That your ice cream demise, was a blessing in disguise So here's a few notes for your ledger dear You're pretentious as fuck, with no other volum clear So I try and try again And I try and try again To protect you dear So I try and try again So I try and try again To forget you, forget you oh Oh, oh, oh, oh I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith I think I just came, Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Elizabeth Smith, Smith, Smith Ah can I have an end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff) Ah can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff) Ah can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff) Ah can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff) Oh can I have and end of that? (Spliff, spliff, spliff) Can I have and end of that? Can I have and end of that? Can I have an end of that?