Formaldehyde (2:41)

Bowregard
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Songwriter: Max Kabat
PRO:BMI

Lyrics:

I’m all messed up
And I’m trying to find
That that sweet pappy whisky
For my piece of mind

Because I’m consistent
talking every time
That’s how I stay young
With that fire wine

Chorus:
The bristles on the brush
The smell of formaldehyde
Paint the broad strokes of life
We’ll preserve you when you die
Tread only when you must
Don’t let another die
Paint broad strokes of life
Well preserve you when you die

I drink straight whisky boys
I don’t mind
The way it makes me feel is something fancy fine

Because I’m consistent, talking every time
That’s how I stay drunk with that fire wine

Chorus

It may not be gin, but I don’t mind
It may make me sin, but I don’t mind
It may do me in, but I don’t mind
It pumps through my veins, that fire wine

Chorus
The bristles on the brush
The smell of formaldehyde
Paint gently the strokes of life
Preserve you when you die
Lie only when you must
Don’t let another die
Paint broad strokes of life
Preserve you when you die