Rifle Club

Small town bullies walking down the street Painting dicks on cemetery walls My shoes are dangling from a powerline If I manage not to feel then I'll be fine It's hard to grow a pair of breasts in this fucked up town Full of marching bands and peeping toms Sunset and a kiss behind a tree Vodka breath and teenage treachery It didn't break me that they called me names But then you changed your mind and joined their games While all I needed Was a sister in arms Sister in arms Yes it was all I needed To cope with all the harm Bossed around as if I was a child But lusted after, oh the bigotry You and I we knew what we didn't need And when you've left I faced them all alone While all I needed Was a sister in arms Sister in arms Yes it was all I needed To cope with all the harm Sister in arms Yes it was all Doesn't matter Does it matter? When will we all feel better Doesn't matter Does it matter? When will we all feel better When will we? When will we? When will we? When will I? To cope with all the harm To cope with all the harm