Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elizabeth Davis
Bass
Roisin Dune
Guitar
Selene Vigil
Vocals
Valerie Agnew
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Davis
Composer
Selene Vigil
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
7 Year Bitch
Producer
Jack Endino
Producer
Lyrics
Well, you could kiss my ass goodbye
And you could sit and watch me cry
It don't make no difference to me
'Cause I call you slime, I call you scum
If this is your idea of fun
Are you fakin' misery, fakin' pain
And then you walk away from blame?
So get under my skin or on my nerves
Then you'll get what you deserve
'Cause I'm sick of the flappin' lips and the waggin' tongues
And the ears that ventures
Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't already know
I'm sick of the flappin' lips and the waggin' tongues
And the ears that ventures
Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't already know
Yeah, you could kiss my ass goodbye
And you could sit and watch me cry
It don't make no difference to me
'Cause I can take a joke and I can get a hint
And now it's gone before it went
Are you fakin' misery, fakin' pain?
It's a little publicity game
Tell me
'Cause your little joke
Was a tragedy
And you can teeter on the punch line next to me
Teeter, oh, teeter
Well, you could kiss my ass goodbye
And you could sit and watch me cry
It don't make no difference to me
'Cause I can take a joke and I can get a hint
And now it's gone before it went
Yeah, you're fakin' misery and fakin' pain
And then you walk away from blame
So get under my skin or on my nerves
Soon you'll get what you deserve
Written by: Elizabeth Davis, Selene Here Vigil, Valerie Agnew

