Album by: My Body The Hand Grenade
Artist by: Hole
And I will away
Your highness, Im so high I cannot walk
And I will away
You cripple, you take away my time my peace
My empathy
No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetal dress
Hard bitter candy legless caress
What was she for halloween?
The ugliest girl youve ever seen
Someday she will die alone
What was she for valentines
An old forgotten cumbucine
Someday she will die for no one
She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place - jesus saves
Old age - old age
Old age
Its okay to kill your idols
Just pretend you have no rivals
We all know that she is friendless
Spits at mirrors, its not an issue
Just remove the hateful tissue
We all know her rage is endless
She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place - jesus saves
Old age - old age
Old age
And then she begs me, she says pretty please
Ill make her pure again, Ill make her clean
No one knows shes hestor pryne
Someone please tell ann boelyn
Chokers are back in again
Someday she wont have to fake it
Living, well, itself seems sacred
Someday she will just refuse
She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place - jesus saves
Old age - old age
Old age
Jesus saves
Old age
Rest in peace and me in pieces
Im sorry - so sorry
