My DemiseA suicide heart throb, a basic grasp of what is what...
A suicide heart throb, a basic grasp of what is what
These are the things that'll make ya feel better
A stupid stupid stupid-oh, taught me everything I know
These are the things that'll make ya feel better
You fantasise of German wives in leather
PushingI walk everywhere cos I ain't got no money
I don't mean to stare but your haircut looks funny
I thought you were cool but you're just like the others
It's sad to admit but I'd still like another
I put my head, in a bag of wet cement
There'll be no need to decide
If you tell us one more lie
RoadkillWhat lies can say, the truth must show
Like fifteen kicks to my head,
It cuts right through a fierce tattoo,
But I don't want one
My first time was the worst time,
And I'll take the long road home,
It's not finding or timing,
The SmellReeling in the feeling in the middle of my eye,
Got a feeling that it's burning and there is no reason why,
Wonder Years, remember Winnie?
Her face was fat but her legs were skinny,
I lied to my heart but my heart wouldn't listen,
You spin me around until I'm sick on the ground and I can't say no cause I don't know how
Yeah I could tell by the smell I was gonna get it,