Dirty Deeds Done TC
I'm a low-rent high-heeled coffee-fueled pabst-swilling slutpunching disaster. If I can't be your good example, then I'll be your horrible warning.
I'm a low-rent high-heeled coffee-fueled pabst-swilling slutpunching disaster. If I can't be your good example, then I'll be your horrible warning.
I fall behind you
As you push me to the side
Can’t understand you
You and that one track mind
This bottle’s too small
Got to the bottom too soon
Can’t drink away the jerk
That lives inside of you
I can’t stand the air that you breathe
I can’t stand the way you speak my name
I can’t stand how you insist to fight
I can’t stand myself tonight
It’s always my fault
I’m always the blame
I’ve done everything wrong
You hate the sound of my name
This bottle here’s empty
You just won’t let it rest
Hitting the liquor store now
Is preventing your death
I can’t stand the air that you breathe
I can’t stand the way you speak my name
I can’t stand how you insist to fight
I can’t stand myself tonight
The simple way you breathe
Simply irritates me
The petty way you fight
Makes me want to die
But no matter how
Much tonight I’ll drink
Your voice sounds like
Stale sobriety
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
I’m out of Pabst again…