Letras:
Pretty Girls Make Graves By The Throat

High hum, low buzz, no room to breathe They story's slow with no conclusion On and on the tape is clicking Step by step and I am choking On and on the

Traducción: Pretty Girls Make Graves. Pela garganta.

throat I'm scoffed up, constipated with pain hating the rain We all get wet and pretty much when you close to death I think you live by the gun, you die by

throat I'm scoffed up Constipated with pain Hating the rain We all get wet And pretty much when you close to death I think you live by the gun You die by