Wheelchair drawn chariot
Marking time near the sun
Earthworms laughter
Under wood I carve fingers on..
Kicking back with the shakes
Face down in the snow
Insane from drinking
Wash my hands off you
Like a whore in a candy store
Touch whatever's within reach
Six times more filling than you rmouth of rotten teeth
Find myself cheering for your abuse
Like I'm ringside behind close doors
With a press hat and cigarette
Boys run from the cockeyed girl
Held down by your dreams
Delusions of self sufficiency
I've seen what's wrong with you
You're a f*ckin' junkie with a record for christsakes
Nobody wants a crackwhore dipping her cock soaked hand in the till
Thought nobody would notice, didn't you?
Well I f*cking did..
Beaten Back To Pure - Pilars Of Tomorrow Piles Of Yesterday Lyrics
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Wheelchair drawn chariot
Marking time near the sun
Earthworms laughter
Under wood I carve fingers on..
Kicking back with the shakes
Face down in the snow
Insane from drinking
Wash my hands off you
Like a whore in a candy store
Touch whatever's within reach
Six times more filling than you rmouth of rotten teeth
Find myself cheering for your abuse
Like I'm ringside behind close doors
With a press hat and cigarette
Boys run from the cockeyed girl
Held down by your dreams
Delusions of self sufficiency
I've seen what's wrong with you
You're a f*ckin' junkie with a record for christsakes
Nobody wants a crackwhore dipping her cock soaked hand in the till
Thought nobody would notice, didn't you?
Well I f*cking did..
Marking time near the sun
Earthworms laughter
Under wood I carve fingers on..
Kicking back with the shakes
Face down in the snow
Insane from drinking
Wash my hands off you
Like a whore in a candy store
Touch whatever's within reach
Six times more filling than you rmouth of rotten teeth
Find myself cheering for your abuse
Like I'm ringside behind close doors
With a press hat and cigarette
Boys run from the cockeyed girl
Held down by your dreams
Delusions of self sufficiency
I've seen what's wrong with you
You're a f*ckin' junkie with a record for christsakes
Nobody wants a crackwhore dipping her cock soaked hand in the till
Thought nobody would notice, didn't you?
Well I f*cking did..