Well I'm the selfish little whore
Who keeps you screaming back for more
Wake up naked on the floor, yeah
I know I'm not the perfect son
But we fucked this up from number one
Hey, at least I've had my fun, yeah
Fucking for virginity
Abstaining for sodomy
Praying for damnation
And thinking for lobotomy
Well know one knows you like I do
And son of a bitch, every word is true
Guess we didn't think this through too well
But I got some pills, I got a gun
Three shades of plastic, on the run
My shock machine is set to stun again
Fucking for virginity
Abstaining for sodomy
Praying for damnation
And thinking for lobotomy
Fucking for virginity
Abstaining for sodomy
Praying for damnation
And thinking for lobotomy
Well fuck you mom and fuck you dad
'Cause it sure gets me pretty sad
That bigotry don't make you mad no more
And this is for all poison tongues
And all your drowned and broken lungs
And all the songs we've never sung again
Fucking for virginity
Abstaining for sodomy
Praying for damnation
And thinking for lobotomy
Fucking for virginity
Abstaining for sodomy
Praying for damnation
And thinking for lobotomy
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These lyrics are old as dirt, but they still mean something very important though completely different than when I wrote them. I'm rather proud of them in a way.
1 comment:
"Old as dirt"...I remember revising these for you. I will miss these dearly.
Also: Flowers are pretty tasty.
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