Letras:
B Movie

(lynch) sick till i mothafuckin die! let me get a little strange. thing is dang kids you know thats what its for you know what i mean? every time i hear

, somebody cut this scene It's such a boring cliche Live life, day to day Seems so passe Everything you hear and say Just another cliche Like an actor on a movie

well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it Thought they'd make me spit out the truth Before they find you're lyin' about your youth B movie

There is no future There is no past Thank God this Moment's not the last There's only us There's only this Forget, regret or Life is yours to miss No

In diapers, report cards In spoke wheels, in speeding tickets In contracts, dollars In funerals, in births In five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred

She?s a B-movie scream queen My monster girl on the screen She?s a B-Movie scream queen Oh yeah, oh no She?s a B-movie scream queen My monster girl

Caught a ride into South Dakota, With two girls in a light blue Desoto, You know one's name was Jane, The other was plain, But they both had racing motors

cut this scene, It's such a boring cliche. Live life, day to day, Seems so passe. Everything you hear and say, Just another cliche. Like an actor on a movie

s a well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it Before they make me spit out the truth Before they find you're lying about your youth B movie