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[May. 3rd, 2007|02:34 am] |
I'm drunk on the words you put to our music
And shooting lyrics into my veins was just a waste
The notes have split my tongue into this poison
And I'm clawing from the walls to get a taste.
I'm the queen of screaming deep outside my head
And I'm fucked up every way from north to south
Venom splashed down and broke your innocence
Babes are not what I would call this filthy mouth
He's a whore from backstreets with bad ideas
She's a tarted up performer with a gun
You know she prostitutes her lies for an once of dust
And he's plunging needles just to have a little fun
She's a highclass hooker with her legs spread on the bed
She's a good girl, blind girl, art girl on the side
He's on his knees on every stage from east to west
And it's his self worth he's putting to the test
Now I'm the one with my bright red lingerie packs
And I've got scuffed up knees that show when I sit
A cerulean suicide pact from which you can't come back
Welcome to my life of Nancy and Sid. |
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