If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
trust in you and you betrayed me took what i gave you and fuckin raped me but you can't kill me... It's not that easy i'm still standing still breathing! Spitfire
(feat. Juliette Lewis) If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two
manifest love absent of hindrance desire strips me of direction manifest love absent of hindrance 60 seconds it's clear again it's real again it
Cough up your money. Bi-curious husbands with seven-year itches. A nip and a tuck and you'll have me in stitches. I can't feel a thing, means the anesthesia
brothers and sisters desperation is a faithful friend of mine he walketh with me through shadowed valleys he draineth my soul hanging from the arms of
your mascara is running doll bulletproof and tall as Jesus baby, you're just another blonde humming along humming along to your own two-bit lullabye
Cold metal, hard lead. Kneeling to the cock of a rifle you're fed. My big bluff baby, my middle finger-cross. My nixed. My 86'ed. My late great loss.
It's funny how chemo wears you down. Or how we put the lame dog down. put the lame dog down. it's funny when it's taken out to the street and shot. it
dear john someday you're gonna be somebody but not today dear john someday you're gonna have somebody that day is not today today you will hang your
Spread the scent, mark the territory. (You're an animal) Kill/Feed Roam Hunt/Gather Eat/Sleep Mate/Defend Make your mark, piss your life away (You're
excuse my solecism (but it's nothing unknown) looking back mistakes are always blinding selfishness and servanthood define inner vision strength
to the kings of the food chain who walk upright on two legs petting, naming, and nurturing your eggs to the big bang's royalty we vegetate like plant
she gives me stilts to walk tall as jesus and feathers to fly high as the sky she takes me to where the sky scrapes my ego where i float like driftwood
if there is a God then i want to know if there is a truth loneliness is a torture when there is no one to reach out if you heal her mother then she
The dull thud of packing meat. It's my bare fist beating meat. I'm a meat eater and meat is me. I'm a meat eater bearing recoiled red teeth. With veneer
i am the shrieking in the back of your head i am the child scratching at the walls of your basement i am what's buried in your back yard i am what
when this hypodermic life gets under your skin and its anesthetic people make your blood thin just breathe deep let their ether put you to sleep let
