Swamp Pussy

Swamp Pussy
Why do you make me feel so bad?
Why do you bother to act so sad?
Well, you created it, you created it, I believed in it
Cease to exist, cease to exist
Raise your, raise your cup
And struggle, struggle, you got to struggle
Make your toast to all your trouble, you got trouble

Cease to exist, cease to exist
Cease to exist, cease to exist, I swear
Crossroad, crossroad yourself to death
And carve that well worn path a deep gravel red
Cease to exist, cease to exist
Cease to exist for Christmas less ness