One By One
Cake Bake Betty Lyrics


We've attacked and we're waiting to eat
The sides have come (The sides have come undone)
and we're making out

We are not sure what it is that you say
We're waiting for (waiting for our)
Ships as the night turns to day

And we're starved and we're parched
We'll rip into the flesh atop the spines with which we arch

And we'll turn all the runs in our stockings to webs
We'll hoist them in the forest
We'll make them our (Make them our)
Make them our beds

All the clouds are laughing at their lemon lace
They were birthed without a face
Don't sing soft it's what they want
They will turn your stomach into shards

Amongst the hogs stuck in the yard
And when they say they've had enough
They'll take the flowers from the dust
And drop the orchids on your old age

All the girls have gathered 'round now
They're staring at (Staring at)
The stars as they start to go out

One by one you will line them all up
You make a toast (Make a toast)
To all those who've not given up

And we laugh when you choke
We will drag you to the desert
So you're burnt and you're broke

And your wife will draw straws
For the next on the list
One by one but quickly
While the stars they still (The stars they still)
The stars they still exist

It's exactly this that drives us to be mad
We're not quite sure what we've had
You won't want to miss this part
We'll slip into our hunting hats and wait

Around the house and when we pray
We'll ask for mercy for our sins
And all the things we never did alone

I wait for my husband to get home
And when the cops ask me the reason
I will say I don't really know

‘Cause we're all in the shit for sure
And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
‘Cause we're all in the shit for sure
And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
Up my skirt

In the desert we will dirty our hands 'till they're clean
And in our beds we'll watch our heads explode before we dream

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lamibon xD

@supərslaughtər We've attacked and we're waiting to eat
The sides have come, the sides have come
Undone and we're making our--
We are not sure what it is that you say
We're waiting for, waiting for our
Ships as the night turns to day

And we're starved
And we're parched
We'll rip into the flesh atop the spines with which we arch
And we'll turn all the runs in our stockings to webs
We'll hoist them in the forest
We'll make them our, make them our, make them our beds

All the clouds are laughing at their lemon lace
They were birthed without a face
Don't sing soft, it's what they want
They will turn your stomach into shards
Amongst the hogs stuck in the yard
And when they say they've had enough
They'll take the flowers from the dust
And drop
The orchids on your old age

All the girls have gathered 'round now
They're staring at, staring at
The stars as they start to go out
One by one, you will line them all up
You make a toast, make a toast
To all those who've not given up
And we laugh
When you choke
We will drag you to the desert so you're burnt and you're broke
And your wife will draw straws for the next on the list
One by one, but quickly
While the stars they still, the stars they still, the stars they still exist

It's exactly this that drives us to be mad
We're not quite sure what we've had
You won't want to miss this part
We'll slip into our hunting hats and wait
Around the house, and when we pray
We'll ask for mercy for our sins
And all the things we never did
Alone

I'll wait for
My husband to get home
And when the cops ask me the reason
I will say I don't really know

‘Cause we're all in this shit for sure
And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
‘Cause we're all in this shit for sure
And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
Up my skirt
In the desert
We will dirty
Our hands 'til they're clean
And in our beds
We'll watch our heads
Explode before we dream



All comments from YouTube:

Vivian Mitchell

:) This is by far my favorite by Cake Bake Betty.

magpie

i feel like ive heard this song before im ggetting deja vu
this is giving me nostalgia to a time i've already forgotten
like
those liminal space photos that make you feel like you've seen them before
EDIT: THE WORD I WAS LOOKING FOR WAS ANEMOIA!! CAKE CAKE BETTY MAKES ME FEEL MEMORIES, AND SOMETIMES THEY ARENT EVEN MEMORIES IVE EXPERIENCED BEFORE

tally hal

yeah i get u. and a little bit of the brobecks vibes too especially towards the end

tally hal

yeah i get u. and a little bit of the brobecks vibes too especially towards the end

Cat Martinez

At age 6 I was born without a face

Barjack521

love this song

Elise Martin

simply darkly beautiful I love CBB

luci johnson

Who else is here in 2018?

supərslaughtər

@lamibon xD thank you♡

lamibon xD

@supərslaughtər We've attacked and we're waiting to eat
The sides have come, the sides have come
Undone and we're making our--
We are not sure what it is that you say
We're waiting for, waiting for our
Ships as the night turns to day

And we're starved
And we're parched
We'll rip into the flesh atop the spines with which we arch
And we'll turn all the runs in our stockings to webs
We'll hoist them in the forest
We'll make them our, make them our, make them our beds

All the clouds are laughing at their lemon lace
They were birthed without a face
Don't sing soft, it's what they want
They will turn your stomach into shards
Amongst the hogs stuck in the yard
And when they say they've had enough
They'll take the flowers from the dust
And drop
The orchids on your old age

All the girls have gathered 'round now
They're staring at, staring at
The stars as they start to go out
One by one, you will line them all up
You make a toast, make a toast
To all those who've not given up
And we laugh
When you choke
We will drag you to the desert so you're burnt and you're broke
And your wife will draw straws for the next on the list
One by one, but quickly
While the stars they still, the stars they still, the stars they still exist

It's exactly this that drives us to be mad
We're not quite sure what we've had
You won't want to miss this part
We'll slip into our hunting hats and wait
Around the house, and when we pray
We'll ask for mercy for our sins
And all the things we never did
Alone

I'll wait for
My husband to get home
And when the cops ask me the reason
I will say I don't really know

‘Cause we're all in this shit for sure
And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
‘Cause we're all in this shit for sure
And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
Up my skirt
In the desert
We will dirty
Our hands 'til they're clean
And in our beds
We'll watch our heads
Explode before we dream

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