So I ran faster   But it caught me here   Yes my loyalties turned   Like my ankle   In the seventh grade   Running after BILLY   Running after the rain      These precious things   Let them bleed   Let them wash away   These precious things   Let them break their hold over me      He said you're really an ugly girl   But I like the way you play   And I died   But I thanked him   Can you believe that sick sick   holding on to his picture   Dressing up every day   I wanna smash the faces   Of those beautiful BOYS   Those christian boys   So you can make me cum that doesn't make you JESUS       These precious things   Let them bleed   Let them wash away   These precious things   Let them break their hold over me      I remember    Yes in my peach party dress   No one dared   No one cared   To tell me where the pretty girls are   Those demigods    With their NINE-INCH nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart    of every nice girl      These precious things   Let them bleed   Let them wash away   These precious things   Let them break    Let them wash away   These these precious things   Let them bleed now   Let them wash away   These these precious things   Let them break their hold over me      Precious   Precious