Brittle Bullets Lyrics

Free Parking! Brittle Bullets

Move your fingers down my face
Post-scholastic mind erased

'Yes' and 'no' are not words you've learned to say
And I hate that you always get your way
Oh, but I've got it bad! Got it oh-so-bad

No one has to know the things we
Do when we're alone, I can't trans-
Late your scorching touch with Rosetta Stone
So our love will grow

((gunshots))

I just know I could touch you every day
Slowly meet all the people you've betrayed
Oh but I got it bad, got it oh-so-bad

No one has to know the things we
Do when we're alone, I can't trans-
Late my throbbing cock with Rosetta Stone
So our love will grow

Oh but I got it bad, got it oh-so-bad

No one has to know the things we
Do when we're alone, I can't trans-
Late your sweaty back with Rosetta Stone
So our love will grow