our womb spits forth A hopeful future. That baby gets so ugly along the way (And that hate is special in every way) I'll stab you in the neck and spit
You don't like dirt and I'm sick of cute (Six strings can lie) I'm elated now, the bigger picture lies a thousand fold The whine is spoiled. The whine
you turn to dust it's so erotic And that's just vanity, Quadafi-chic just comes so naturally Gulag's get so boring on the weekends So take your fluorides and
the point of knowledge When that knowledge came so easily to her Another nightmare that's a dream Is it the norm to kneel before the edge of the world And
pretty brown eyes are sick and lonely. It's all about living for that moment Dying for that moment you've always wished for. Give your dead lips a smile
wretch (And yeah you looked so chic) After all you never hated the glamour And after your swagger leads you to the floor You can say that James and Marilyn