And I Live in a Town Where the Boys... Lyrics


. . . . . (yawn)

Make me miss amerika

rip it when we're 6 yeah

lock her in her room now

tell me it's my birthday-

i don't care.

rub her face in glass Dad

try to kick some ass Dad

tell me who's insane man

throw up exrery other day-

i don't care.

cross my legs and hold it in

say you wish you had no ears

funny how she don't exist

mommy chained her up instead-

i don't care

fill me with yr lies boy,

don't matter wasn't real

she don't wanna be my friend

but i can't stand her anyways

i can't go home again

but i'm still a good tax break

cut us off at the hearts

scabs grow thicker by the years-

i don't care.

splitting hairs and doing time

slap me till i feel fine

who commits the real crime?

will you ever be mine?