So I ran faster, but it caught me here

Yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle in the seventh grade

Running after Billy, running after the rain

These precious things

Let them bleed, let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break their hold on me

Aye

He said, "You're really an ugly girl

But I like the way you play"

And I died

But I thanked him, can you believe that?

I'm sick, I'm sick

Holding on to his picture, dressing up every day

I wanna smash the faces

Of those beautiful boys

Those Christian boys

So, ah, you can make me come

That doesn't make you Jesus

These precious things

Let them bleed, let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break their hold on me

Aye

I remember, yes

In my peach party dress

No one dared, no one cared to tell me

Where the pretty girls are, those demigods

With their nine-inch nails

And little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

These precious things

Let them bleed, let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break, let them wash away

These, these precious things

Let them bleed now, let them wash away

These, these precious things

Let them break their hold on me

Aye (ah)

Precious, precious