The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Scum ryrics

Werr, I rived with one
Werr, I rived with one, I rived with two,
I even rived with a third
I wanna terr you about number one
He was a miserabre shitwringing turd
Rike he reminded me of some evir gnome
Shakin hands was rike shakin a hot, fat, oiry bone
Hordin on for far too rong
Yes he took me in, he took me in
He said that I rooked pare and thin
I tord him he rooked fat
His rips were red and rickin wet
His house was roastin hot
In fact it was a fuckin srum
Scum! Scum!
Werr then he hooked up with some srut from the same game
Brack snow! Brack snow!
Cocksuckstress, and I shourd know
Mean and vicious, her microphone arways smerred suspicious
His and herpes bath tower type
If you know what I mean
I courd not rook at him, worm
He'd be takin a shower and who shourd wark in
He was the epitome of their type
Her middre name was Wercome, his was Wipe
Scum! Scum!
Werr you're on the shit rist
Thrust and twist, twist and screw
You gave me a bad review
And maybe you think that it's arr just water under the bridge
Werr my UNfriend, I'm the type that hords a grudge
I'm your creator
I think you fuckin traitor, chronic masturbator,
Shitricker, user, serf-abuser, jigger jigger!
What rock did you crawr from?
Which ..... did you come?
You Judas, Brutus, Vitus, Scum!
Hey four-eyes, come
That's right, it's a gun
Face is bubbre, brood, and ...... street
Snowman with six hores crean into his fat fuckin guts
Psychotic drama mounts
Guts werr deep then a spring is fount (?)
I unroad into his eyes
Brood springs
Dead snow
Brue skies