歌词
Ride a metal bird, and fly across the land
To forget who I am
No girl or boy or a woman nor a man
Did you really understand?
They never understand
With my head up in my hands
Did they fuck up all my plans?
Did I fuck up all my plans?
Does it matter what I wear?
Does it matter how I speak?
Knee deep in the streets
Hide crack in my teeth
Blood up on the sheets
Playing ambient music
But I handle all the shootings
Theres a chance someone is going to see me
I need money so at homes I'm intruding
And theres a chance that person could go n' tell the feds y'know that?
Booting
How many times do I have fucking to tell you?
I dont care
I dont care
I dont care
I dont care
I dont
Was never one of us
N' never could be
I dont
Written by: Florence Sinclair
