Soul Coughing - Soft Serve Lyrics

Soul Coughing - Soft Serve : The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and watch the water roll down... Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects. Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check. My candyland melted down to syrup while I watched the water roll down......

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