Dead Boyfriend - way to go, you're an arsonist now!

The life of a bureaucrat is tough
Trust me, i'm defeated
And when you ask for a hand
I'll act like i didn't see it, say:
"The only way to provide and feed your
Family so they don't sprout weeds
Or die of polio painfully,
I lost my train of thought,
Just make that money!"
Women and girls, pull out your knives
We'll kill any man who looks at us twice
'Sweetheart, honey, sugar-pie..."
I swore, i swore i would make them cry
And smile because i'm right
And i'll say sorry if i have to go
But i dont have friends and i dont want more
I hold my Grammy for Best In Show
And i stare stare stare till i think no more
My songs are as bland and emotionless as the rest
I wrapped my legs around the altar
And i held hands with all the others
Memorized the state of our
Soiled, infested, songs of rapture
Peeled back the wallpaper and
Saw the state of our loneliness

Written by:
Ashley Brown

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