Vārdi: Some Girls. All My Friends Are Going Death. Sex And Glue.

Bring on the slut factor
Reflecting all thats wrong
You call me tear catcher
It's just a fucking song
You aint got nobody
And i aint got nobody too
Give me sleeping pills
Make them in the form of you
I never knew a mission
That i knew i wouldn't fail
The postage stamp reads "love"
And I quit again