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Desperate Bitch Paroles

Rain Machine

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Paroles de Desperate Bitch

Well we're movin' on up, on up
Just a small divide,
Left a cross burnin' up on the lawn
But it's alright, 'cause the smoke is divine,
Holdin' out for some true crime.
Beatin' down the boys in blue,
With a chain or a crew or a handful of rocks
And a night out just runnin' wild,
Runnin' wild through the park over landmines.

Today I was a desperate bitch,
And all that followed was me ringin' my hands
Between these walls like a housefly
Just watchin' the days pass by.

Green is the color, green is the color,
Of my true love's eyes
And a Jackson would do, but a Benjamin
Might just make me cry...tears,
The kind that accompany smiles

To live the dream holdin' hostages overwhelmin'
With a car, and a dog, and a Russian bride.
Keep my day job, just turn tricks on the side.
Plus that'd be rash, and it might itch,
But it's not quite an infection
And a fall takes no direction

Fuckin' death machine - it's so limitin'
And there's only two ways about it:
Up is blood money
Down is ennoble
It's just pathetic and crowded

Today I was a desperate bitch,
And all that followed was I found myself,
Standin' here naked and blue,
In front of you with castration fears
Holdin' self-pity dear

Caca all froze up
With pimps down and ho's up
And I said: “Fuck all”
And I said: “Fuck all”
And I said: “Fuck”
And I said: “Fuck”
And I said: “Fuck”
And I said: “Fuck all”