bratmobile
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?