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Well we're movin' on up, on upJust a small divide,Left a cross burnin' up on the lawnBut 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 rocksAnd 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 handsBetween these walls like a houseflyJust watchin' the days pass by.Green is the color, green is the color,Of my true love's eyesAnd a Jackson would do, but a BenjaminMight just make me cry...tears,The kind that accompany smilesTo 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.Letras de cancionesToday I was... Today I was...Today I was a desperate bitch,And hollow bibles mean you're gutless,So no bridge to jump, and no tracks to dive,Plus that'd be rash, and it might itch,But it's not quite an infectionAnd a fall takes no directionFuckin' death machine - it's so limitin'And there's only two ways about it:Up is blood moneyDown is ennobleIt's just pathetic and crowdedToday I was a desperate bitch,And all that followed was I found myself, Standin' here naked and blue,In front of you with castration fearsHoldin' self-pity dearCaca all froze upWith pimps down and ho's upAnd I said: Fuck allAnd I said: Fuck allAnd I said: FuckAnd I said: FuckAnd I said: FuckAnd I said: Fuck all From Letras Mania