Feels Like July Swimming In The Lost And Found
God damn the damsel in distress
Fornicate the living with the dead
Ba da ba
Ba da ba da
It's guaranteed to be a bloody mess
So wear your dirty clothes
And go through the back door
Go through the back door
We fight to live another day
We give it all upon this stage
We may be down, but we're, we're not out
They sing the words like it's a hymn
So, come on girl, let's take it in
Ba da ba ba ba da da
