Bloody Mary

from American Feelings by Goddamn BBQ

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Kill me, kill me now.
I've got the brown bottle flu.
Slow death. Can't move.
I'm incoherently unhappy.

Oh Bloody Mary, you are my Sunday morning savior.
Preach to me your celery salt sermon.
'Cause Bloody Mary, you wash away my liquid sins,
Won't you cleanse me in your Vodka baptismal ritual,
And make me born again?

Oh Bloody Mary, you are my Monday morning savior.
Preach to me your Tabasco(tm) love, yeah.
'Cause Bloody Mary, you fill me up with liquid hope,
And without you I'd be naked and lost,
Talking to god on the great white telephone.

Ohhhh... Ungh... Ohhhhh.. Whooa!

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from American Feelings, released September 1, 2014

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