Suicidegirls Lyrics


Atmosphere Suicidegirls

[Voice messages from upset girlfriends]

Hey you f..cking asshole

Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car

Sean, I'm so f..cking pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and..

Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna f..cking talk to you

I don't wanna talk to you anymore

I don't know what your deal's been lately, but I f..cked you like 15 times

And you just take and take

and you just f..ck everyone over in the end anyways

Okay and number 2, being f..cked up

is not an excuse to piss in the goddamn fish tank

I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm sick of you acting like you can just f..ckin..

Leave a trail of destruction and shit

everytime I'm around you and I'm f..cking tired of it

It's just not cool, my roommates told me

what the f..ck you did after you got stupid drunk as usual

I don't ever want you in my f..cking house

in my f..cking car, anywhere near me

It's f..cking over, I don't want to talk to you anymore

I don't want to think about you anymore, I don't ever want to see you again

Even if you don't care, you can never ever come into my house again

Fuck me? f..ck you. Rot in f..cking hell

Fuck you, go f..ck yourself

You should care, if you give a f..ck at all (?) you'll call me

Hear me out, don't come f..cking crying to me when your world falls apart and

you have nowhere to turn, alright? Have a good day

...Already? Already? Already? What'd you call 'em?

[Slug]

I can't imagine some of the things that you've seen

City to city with no spot to sleep

I know she will run with opposable thumbs

She's trying to overcome all of the maniacs(?)

Coast to coast, who knows the most?

Age before beauty, sleep before scrutiny

Who could it be now, here she comes

With an eve(?) of her tongue and the games that she runs

Little girl dolls(?) never get lost, pay the cost, embrace the flaws

Let her get tossed in the back of a mid-size

Trying to look at life through those kid's eyes

"Jackpot", that's in quotes

Sometimes you gotta let go if you wanna get votes

But f..ck the votes, I spin towards the clouds

A bullet in your head sits still allowed

I used to pretend that I gave a f..ck

Now a do give a f..ck, a little too much

Let's see what you got Naomi

Back view from Missouri, show me little homey


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