Dead hands clutch my arm,
The smell of death fills the
So cash in all your chips tonight, baby. 'Cause we're
I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in
It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant
I thought I saw your eyes,
Laced in smoke and
I've been taken from your arms so many times,
I've felt
She Starts Her New Diet Of Liquor And Dick
Just Like
I've been away for every day and every fucking night.
I've
