Lyrics
Spend a quarter, turn a knob
I'll take your ring
It always stains me costume jewelry green
My heart of artichoke
Late night of sloppy tropes
I wanna play dumb
All hell broke lose motherfucker
This little back can only bend so god damn much
Now all your bullshit got soaked up in kerosene
Call that a fertilizer bomb
Hey sick fucker tear me apart
I wanna be the brick that smashed into your car
Looks like a lovely little hill for me to die on
Looks like my type
I have no pride
I could summon a thousand pitiful bastards
Boom! Crack! Kapow!
Dontcha love the sounds of disaster?
Send me dead flowers, whiskey sours, send a priest
My kids got too old, I want a baby
Hey sick fucker tear me apart
I want my clothes and bones all strewn across your lawn
Looks like a lovely little hill for me to die on
Looks like my type
I let my self esteem turn into candy
Every dead beat come and take a piece
Let all my self esteem turn into candy
Every dead beat come and take a piece
Every dead beat take a piece
I have no pride