shes got 15 personalities a glass eyeball and a problem
brain livin out of town in a six foor ditch tries to
hit herself but she always seems to miss ladybug i
dont believe in love youre lost in the skies above
daisies and a picket fence?
i dont want yer love all of her clothes are the paper
doll ya want to grow up in a fairy tale yer papa was
a maggot and yer borther is a dirty faggot everyday
the tragadies they never fail i dont have anything
that you could ever want born downtown in a homeless
onterourge brain hal empty as a basement ya know i'm
inept i cant give you what i dont already have