Desperate Bitch Songtext

Well we're movin' on up, on up
Just a small divide,
Left a cross burnin' up on the lawn
But it's alright, 'cause the smoke is divine,
Holdin' out for some true crime.

Beatin' down the boys in blue,
With a chain or a crew or a handful of rocks
And a night out just runnin' wild,
Runnin' wild through the park over landmines.

Today I was a desperate bitch,
And all that followed was me ringin' my hands
Between these walls like a housefly
Just watchin' the days pass by.

Green is the color, green is the color,
Of my true love's eyes
And a Jackson would do, but a Benjamin
Might just make me cry...tears,
The kind that accompany smiles

To live the dream holdin' hostages overwhelmin'
With a car, and a dog, and a Russian bride.
Keep my day job, just turn tricks on the side.

Today I was... Today I was...
Today I was a desperate bitch,
And hollow bibles mean you're gutless,
So no bridge to jump, and no tracks to dive,
Plus that'd be rash, and it might itch,
But it's not quite an infection
And a fall takes no direction

Fuckin' death machine - it's so limitin'
And there's only two ways about it:
Up is blood money
Down is ennoble
It's just pathetic and crowded

Today I was a desperate bitch,
And all that followed was I found myself,
Standin' here naked and blue,
In front of you with castration fears
Holdin' self-pity dear

Caca all froze up
With pimps down and ho's up
And I said: “Fuck all”
And I said: “Fuck all”
And I said: “Fuck”
And I said: “Fuck”
And I said: “Fuck”
And I said: “Fuck all”

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