In the Streets

Hypocrite weathering the clock Use my happy hands so I can walk it like I talk it Sentience coming at a cost a taste Sever my connection disassociate my faith No it's not an option get fucking maced in the face from fucking all directions Hey when will you learn Just another blonde bitch turned whore for attention You say you're sorry don't be Your bodies gone so cold I can see my breath You say you're sorry don't be Your bodies gone so cold I can see my breath You say you're sorry don't be Your bodies gone so cold I can see my breath You say you're sorry don't be It was always me in the end No it's not an option get fucking maced in the face from fucking all directions Hey when will you learn Just another blonde bitch turned whore for attention You say you're sorry don't be Your bodies gone so cold I can see my breath You say you're sorry don't be Your bodies gone so cold I can see my breath You say you're sorry don't be Your bodies gone so cold I can see my breath You say you're sorry don't be It was always me in the end An optimistic hedonistic with a family You're acting like you're clueless while I'm feeling bits of slaughter creek Fuck just domestic cos we're going international and if you got a problem We'll be knocking down your bedroom door Never much for subtlety in sound Screaming in the streets where the fuck are you now Spit it say right in the teeth Sever my connection if you know what I mean