Album Name : This Is the Eighties
Release Date : 2007-07-11
Song Duration : 4:11
Bars This Is It
Dripping blood on your sunday dress
So much baggage, a f..cking mess.
Day after day, a life on the ropes.
No use waiting for any hope.
You're just a waste of my breath.
Hope you dig the flowers I wont send.
This time baby, you can't leave.
Pray to that god you'll never see.
You're going to scream when you burn.