Fire If I was in World War Two, they'd call me Spitfire If I was in World War Two, they'd call me Spitfire If I was in World War Two, they'd call me
I put my trust in you and you betrayed me Took what I gave you and fuckin' raped me But you can't kill me, it's not that easy I'm still standing, still
(feat. Juliette Lewis) If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two
Cough up your money. Bi-curious husbands with seven-year itches. A nip and a tuck and you'll have me in stitches. I can't feel a thing, means the anesthesia
(Oh, you?re such a twisted world) So, you are the chosen one (Oh, you?re such a twisted world) So, you are the chosen? the Nobel son Forgotten son, broken
We greased our pockets with oil. Then lined those pockets with black crosses of ash. No ad space left on our foreheads. Only barcodes and ink rash. Burn
Cold metal, hard lead. Kneeling to the cock of a rifle you're fed. My big bluff baby, my middle finger-cross. My nixed. My 86'ed. My late great loss.
What do you have to be angry about? I rack your brain stem for head trauma. Spina bifida baby's first prosthetic steps. Live! via (we are made for TV
It's funny how chemo wears you down. Or how we put the lame dog down. put the lame dog down. it's funny when it's taken out to the street and shot. it
26 years in an aborting world. Mother Earth in labor. Cesarean life rips limb after limb after limb. No one knows the fucking woes of the arthropod. So
We freebased the world like a challenger explosion. And lit up the sky so the world could see. That the sleeping giant sky swats it's fly. That the farmer
Spread the scent, mark the territory. (You're an animal) Kill/Feed Roam Hunt/Gather Eat/Sleep Mate/Defend Make your mark, piss your life away (You're
brothers and sisters desperation is a faithful friend of mine he walketh with me through shadowed valleys he draineth my soul hanging from the arms of
excuse my solecism (but it's nothing unknown) looking back mistakes are always blinding selfishness and servanthood define inner vision strength
your mascara is running doll bulletproof and tall as Jesus baby, you're just another blonde humming along humming along to your own two-bit lullabye
when this hypodermic life gets under your skin and its anesthetic people make your blood thin just breathe deep let their ether put you to sleep let your
i believe in the power of self-help i believe in the charismatic preachers laying hands for feelings i've felt i believe in infomercial catch phrases
she gives me stilts to walk tall as jesus and feathers to fly high as the sky she takes me to where the sky scrapes my ego where i float like driftwood
