Woorden:
Tura Satana Relief Through Release

I'd like to take you someplace where angels fear to tread I always hate to love you Get out of my head it's easy just to say it so hard to be kind these

Barely alive cause I'm dead on the inside barely alive cause I'm dead barely alive cause I'm dead on the inside barely alive cause I'm dead... FUCK

Two families both alike in dignity in fair Los Angeles where we lay our scene from ancient grudge, break to new mutiny where civil blood makes civil

There is a girl who lived inside of me and I can hear her breath her smell is sweet but underneath her blood is boiling to a seethe And she leaves me

Your sweet voice is awfully nice but I can see your poisoned tongue and twisted words that lie to me I'm not blind, not yours... will never be you're

Cross your heart Hope to die stick a needle in your eye... His heart is bleed inside her hand her sugar kisses are twisted she puts his finger into