Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache Asshole
The Wet Secrets Lyrics


Harsh words of a socialite
Champagne to the libertine
He's part of the same world but they don't collide
In dispute the authenticity
Finding out just what it means to be
The same as the next guy only in disguise
In a lull in the conversation:
Grow Your Own
Fucking Moustache, Asshole!
Strong words from a friend of mine
I can grow my own fucking moustache anytime
Harsh words reflect an apathy Of a drunken new philosophy
It's never the same thing but that's by design
Never never wanna criticize
And tonight we're gonna stigmatize
Social pariahs but that's by design
In a lull in the conversation..
Grow Your Own
Fucking Moustache, Asshole:
Harsh words are whispered softly
But it's not that way no more
Harsh words are whispered softly
But it's not that way no more
Harsh words are whisgered softly
But we all know it's for show
Harsh words are whispered softly
But it's not no more
Grow Your Own
Fucking Moustache, Asshole!


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Written by: The Wet Secrets

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