How long?
How long has he been washing you
Scrubbing you, kissing you
Without touching you at all
You are the soul of the party
(The juice that they spill)
The only girl that kept me
The only girl that reaped
You were the soul of the party
The violent fuck machine
The only girl that kept me
Off the edge of this seat
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Whoo
There's no soul to this party
This is media TV
This is nosebleeds and accountants
And mediocrity
Soul to the man
With the crook in his hand
Finger in my solvents
Like abortions in the bank
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Whoo
Is there anything to be ashamed about?
Apathy?
Such a shame you stopped calling me
You were the ones that left me in the swamp
Shark fight for Tom
So I raped that little bitch
Because she lied for loving me
Dirty, wheezing, loving, dying hearts
I wish
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Ah ah, ah ah, ah, aw
Whoo, ha