Little pussy where you lie where you sleep got a bag
of filthy clothes and your bed has no sheets must have
run until you were shot down protect what you can't
keep was it worth a million dollars or did you take
it for free Momma's little daughter look what you wear
in your negligee with blue bows in your hair upon the
floor of a bus that's headed nowhere be wise who you
call for a handout out there Dead at 25 just barely
alive how can this exist how can we survive 2001 head
straight through the sun did it to myself how can this be
wrong Never forget all the nights that you spent tied
up in a phone booth beggin' mom for your rent must
have run until you were shot down so that's what you
meant when you drand the wicked water from the fountain
we went from a chill to the bone it gets cold in July
when every eye upon you looks straight through these
lies doesn't feel like summer so kiss it goodbye leaves
already falling on this ground where we lie Dead at
25 just barely alive how can this exist how can we
survive 2001 head straight through the sun did it to
myself how can this be wrong