And I Live In A Town Where The Boys..

Lyrics to And I Live In A Town Where The Boys... :

. . . . . (yawn)
Make me miss amerika
rip it when we're 6 yeah
lock her in her room now
tell me it's my birthday-
i don't care.
rub her face in glass Dad
try to kick some ass Dad
tell me who's insane man
throw up exrery other day-
i don't care.
cross my legs and hold it in
say you wish you had no ears
funny how she don't exist
mommy chained her up instead-
i don't care
fill me with yr lies boy,
don't matter wasn't real
she don't wanna be my friend
but i can't stand her anyways
i can't go home again
but i'm still a good tax break
cut us off at the hearts
scabs grow thicker by the years-
i don't care.
splitting hairs and doing time
slap me till i feel fine
who commits the real crime?
will you ever be mine?

Bitch Theme

goes like this:
yer such a bitch yer such a bitch yer such a bitch ... Do you really think so?

Brat Girl

(bend over)
"Why you runnin round harmin things?
gotta do time if you know what i mean
you look so cute in that dumfuck dress
yr pretty head is such a fuckin mess" . . .
well i've got something to confess, i'm
gonna throw this knife right thru yr chest
We're gonna kill spur posse boys, it's the
surest way to yr heart lil' boy
ain't gonna be yr press darlings
i'd rather be fucked and throwin things
so get on yr knees and suck my clit
if yr gonna lie and say dum shit
hey! didn't you hear what i fuckin said?
throw that camera right thru yr head
thru yr head thru yr head thru yr
muthafuckin head
you ain't so hip when you look so dead
so yr the one who loves me so
lettin me know blow by blow . . .
now who you callin looks like a whore
it never kept you from commin back for
more
so what the fuck did you think you'd get?
you ain't even paid us yet!