Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch & Jack Black
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Liam Lynch
Well I'm just a bag of guts and stuff
And I'm all bloody inside
A thin layer of skin is all that holds it in
And I'm all bloody inside
And if you see me, oh
Don't want to be me, no
You'd probably close your eyes
And inside me, well, it's dark and gross as hell
I'm not a pretty sight
'Cause I'm all bloody inside
I'm just a walkin' talkin' bag of guts and stuff
And I'm all bloody inside
If you want to get to know me
Then I suggest you start on the outside
'Cause I'm sure that that's my good side
And if you see me, oh
Don't want to be me, no
You'd probably close your eyes
And inside me, well, it's dark and gross as hell
And I'm not a pretty sight
'Cause I'm all bloody inside
'Cause I'm all bloody inside