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(Don't) Touch Me, You're Sick

from Cultural Backslidin' by The DRY RETCH

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(DON'T) TOUCH ME, YOU'RE SICK

Where's the distance, between me and these clowns
There's arrows on the floor but the fools ain't looking down.
I don't wanna be infected by you
You're brain's as empty as a balloon
Get too close well I'm gonna shoot you.

So don't touch me
Cos I know,
You're sick!

Why'd you wanna, get up so close
You know you'd stay away if I was covered in embryos.
Like Romero's kind walking round town
Even in their dressing gowns
They need euthenasing now.

So don't touch me
Cos I know,
You're sick!

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from Cultural Backslidin', released February 5, 2021
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The living embodiment of down and dirty excremental rock & roll, The Dry Retch are an Anglo-Australian Rock & Roll Strike Force in the front line in the war against the jive!

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