Wilt - Sloppy Jane

I’ve got a surgeon’s precision

And a drunk man’s hand

They say I’ve stopped growing

So I do what I can

Nothing ever changes but the cigarette brand

Don’t panic this is just routine

Don’t panic this is just routine

You’ve got roses on the brain but I’m all wilt

You’ve got snowflakes in your veins and I’m all melt

You don’t got blame on your breath, God bless, but all I taste is guilt

My misery will bury you

And I’m so sorry that I’m scaring you

But what was I supposed to do

As opposed to loving you?

I’ve got a surgeon’s hand

And a drunk man’s passion

I’m totally limbless

And I’m ready for action

Nothing ever changes but the taste of tobacco

Don’t panic this is just routine

Don’t panic this is just routine

You’ve got roses on the brain but I’m all wilt

You’ve got snowflakes in your veins but I’m all melt

You don’t got blame on your breath, God bless, but all I taste is guilt

My misery will bury you

And I’m so sorry that I’m scaring you

But what was I supposed to do

As opposed to loving you?

You’ve got roses on the brain but I’m all wilt

I’m all wilt

I’m all wilt

I’m all wilt

I’m all wilt

Now what am I supposed to do?