We Would Be Prima Donnas But We Dont Have The Balls Lyrics & Chords By Die Cheerleader Die

Admit it- innocent little girls Turn you on don't they? You like to make them cry You ike to tell them why You like to grow them up Swallow hard + throw them up I would...read more

For me the clock is ticking For you the glock is anticipating It's eminent, your ticket taker Will rise up and disavow your provocations Fake heart, forced rhymes Fraudulent...read more

So messed up because of you My heart's gone ill There's nothing I can do Play in hay, dig in rough All you do is just to get a cup Walk in the sand You can hold my hand ...read more

Next block’s sex shop. Two girls, one room. Give me your hand it’s Dreamland. Curly blond hair, Satin on her. This is my right, my last fight. Stop your filthy lies! ...read more

Open your eyes and see, I bleed in apathy I've got nothing to give, So don't you take from me I was wronged, but you knew it all along It makes me sick to death To...read more