Lyrics
Rising from under a sheet
A corpse that still has skin
Painted nails, navy blue
"Urine ball little girl"
Take her boots off one by one
Apa smiles as he runs away
A silent crushed ant
Let her kick you in the face
Booze dressed on her every day
Driving the kids, not to play, but to be the spectacle
Stolen prizes you cheated to get us, from a traveling carnival
I heard you died in your sleep
The woman you killed was the one to call upon me
I laid back in the bath…
No water, just clothes
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