Post by Laura on May 8, 2006 16:25:23 GMT -6
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You've Been Inside Her (the Spit Up version)
how can her hands fit to yours?
(like a sharp crucifix)
I'm bleeding your blood
the one you injected
and infected me with.
[[fuck you]]
boo hoo wipe my tears away junkie
just a jerkoff
jacking off to feel again
I will not cave in to your sorries
(you're "miss you honey, can we fuck" sorries)
spilling from your mouth
and your shirt is still dirty with her perfume
tell her she's a wh*re
a cheap, cheap wh*re
and don't tell me I'm angry
[ I know I'm angry ]
I'm only ripping off my clothes
to see if my skin tears off with it
and I will walk around bare
(bare f**k**g naked)
to see if my skeleton falls out
and when it does
I hope my ghost finds you
(and fucks, fucks, fucks you up)
and how does she taste
after me?
do her lips taste of raspberry
do the insides of her legs make you sweat
(because I'm sure they do - loosely like she is)
don't touch my face
the salty water turns to red
and when I die
I will find you
whether it's inside the floorboards
or creeping the sewer pipes
your greasy sleeze will leave a scent
and I will follow it until I breathe your bullshit in
and I will suck it all up
and spit it back at you
hope you drown
hope you f**k**g drown in it
f**k you
how do her hands fit yours?
(like a broken crucifix)
and when you f**k her and come on home tonight
I won't be there pacing like a child
but like a terror in an X-rated movie
wielding a soon-to-be named hammer
then you can ask yourself
how does she f**k**g taste
after me?
You've Been Inside Her (the Spit Up version)
how can her hands fit to yours?
(like a sharp crucifix)
I'm bleeding your blood
the one you injected
and infected me with.
[[fuck you]]
boo hoo wipe my tears away junkie
just a jerkoff
jacking off to feel again
I will not cave in to your sorries
(you're "miss you honey, can we fuck" sorries)
spilling from your mouth
and your shirt is still dirty with her perfume
tell her she's a wh*re
a cheap, cheap wh*re
and don't tell me I'm angry
[ I know I'm angry ]
I'm only ripping off my clothes
to see if my skin tears off with it
and I will walk around bare
(bare f**k**g naked)
to see if my skeleton falls out
and when it does
I hope my ghost finds you
(and fucks, fucks, fucks you up)
and how does she taste
after me?
do her lips taste of raspberry
do the insides of her legs make you sweat
(because I'm sure they do - loosely like she is)
don't touch my face
the salty water turns to red
and when I die
I will find you
whether it's inside the floorboards
or creeping the sewer pipes
your greasy sleeze will leave a scent
and I will follow it until I breathe your bullshit in
and I will suck it all up
and spit it back at you
hope you drown
hope you f**k**g drown in it
f**k you
how do her hands fit yours?
(like a broken crucifix)
and when you f**k her and come on home tonight
I won't be there pacing like a child
but like a terror in an X-rated movie
wielding a soon-to-be named hammer
then you can ask yourself
how does she f**k**g taste
after me?
