Brant Bjork Toot
She'll give life to the monsters at the party
Lightin' fires on the kitchen floor
She'll borrow bullets and return em' to your skull
Birdbrain with the sexy smile
She thinks she's looking good but it's scary in here
Can't stand I wouldn't go there
You should have have know she was a half-assed shifter
At the way she's jerking and grinding your gears
She's so intent on talking nonense
Like pins and needles digging in your ears
Ressurecting her little nightmares
No shred of evidence to convince me they're real
