short enough So hey Jack you better get right Or Jill won't be impressed Hey Jill you better get right 'Cause Jack expects the best Hey Jack you better
--- "Jack and Jill" Taken from Fish single "Big Wedge" --- Jack and Jill Me and my old lady we got a dream commin' true Me and my old lady just bought
with your thighs, I'll treat you like the queen Next, we'll go to Chicago We'll bumpin' and grindin', it's no joke Baby, I'm Jack, you can be Jill I
She wore that dress like it was a Saturday Pretty as a summer rose Picked in the morning He held her hand like it was a mystery One he couldn't quite
She wore that dress like it was a saturday Pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning And he held her hand like it was a mystery One he couldn't quite
She wore that dress like it was a Saturday Pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning And he held her hand like it was a mystery One he couldn't quite
Well, she was an American girl, Raised on promises She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life Somewhere else After all it was a great
Give me some antiseptic To take this headache away Give me a syringe To inject the pain Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd
give me some antiseptic to wash this headache away and give me a syringe to inject the pain give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd rather be
God bless America, land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night with the light up above From the mountain, to the prairie, through
I woke up mourning I woke up dead today I aged a thousand years.. Or more I flinch when you are nice You kill me with a single word When angels fuck and
Chicken and chocolate dancing Milkman got the blues They suck him off on dairy cock And who the hell are you The chicken knows, yeah Just how it goes,
These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue, I paint them lavender, turn a tattoo into bruise She says I'm mediocre and I guess that
Yeah... CHOKE! I feel your breath upon my neck you're bleedin' Desperate to see you in my rage Love, hate, lust, it's all the same when you go down
A witch will burn when she's thrown into the fire Not her she'll peel and writhe but never expire She crawls on webs of lies I die up inside her to take
Your mouth is like funeral where words go to die Your mouth is like funeral where kisses go to die I'm not the girl that stopped and stared I'm not the
We hide in the cupboards and under the stairs We poison each other, but we know That nobody cares We look at each other With a compound eye See something
Check your diction Search your memory Create your history Still not true Write your novel Pick and shovel You will need them when I bury you No forgiveness
