Lyrics

Can you believe that, she doesn't feel the need To overcome this mess and forget about the stress? That she has now, when she thinks about the lies Which made her who he is, how many time she tried To be boyish, use tape to flatten her breasts, Living life in closet and playing with the cars of her brother, Who turned into a plant. Liked the tasted of sugar, But now he's using hemp in his backroom. With everything at hand, porno on the telly And every night his hand. Anyway she said: I'm gonna work i out, whatever is the problem, I'm gonna get it out And now she's here and now they're here Now the butcher is here And they got plans for her body yeah They're going to get her fixed. So she told me about the outcome of her plan, Toilet seat up, convenient for a man. She was happy, didn't change her name, everything was fine but running gave her pain. Anyway she said: I'm gonna work it out, whatever is the problem, I'm gonna get it out. And now she's here and now they're here and now the butcher is here. All that comfort is just too much and your eyes took all neon they could take All you breath is exhaust and gas, All you feed of is bones, offal and trash. I just want to know who she was before, before she became a crsytal gazing shrew.
Writer(s): Tim Vanhamel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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