Woorden:
Jack Off Jill

Well, she was an American girl, Raised on promises She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life Somewhere else After all it was a great

give me some antiseptic to wash this headache away and give me a syringe to inject the pain give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd rather be

I woke up mourning I woke up dead today I aged a thousand years.. Or more I flinch when you are nice You kill me with a single word When angels fuck and

These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue, I paint them lavender, turn a tattoo into bruise She says I'm mediocre and I guess that

't try and every time I tell that lie I live without guilt and I won't cry and I hope you love your life and live with your guilt bite heads off those

We hide in the cupboards and under the stairs We poison each other, but we know That nobody cares We look at each other With a compound eye See something

Mama killed the baby Now the daddy was in town Drove up in his pick-up truck and buried her underground The rebel force will save me Pink panties all

See yourself through my eyes, and you get fucked Everybody's simple, they're simply fucked See yourself in the mirror, you look the same Peel at the

Wash off those scabs dear Or fingernail-pick them clean Pray to all your long-lost demons and justify your means Devil has a new shape Devil has a new