vestal virginia – ain’t got a bad thought in ya – you’re a b-st-rd
mean as a killer – instinct that’s within ya – you’re a b-st-rd.
laughs like a drain and it messes up my brain
cos you know i like the pain of never knowing
sp-ce cow i’ll chew the bad blood running through ya
kiss you as you hit the floor ‘cos you don’t even know that you’re a b-st-rd
there’s a crisis in the kitchen
but that don’t stop you b-tchin’ – you’re a b-st-rd
you got that yellowjacket touch,
with the stings that hurt so much – you’re such a b-st-rd
flirting in the shadows, aiming all those little arrows,
you’re as shallow as the gallows you got me in to. (yeah)
voodoo dolls gonna line the room, handcuffs glinting in the gloom,
one day you’ll find that hidden door, inside everyone screams that you’re a b-st-rd.
(you’re such a)
you twist me til i’m lame, then you spin the coin again – you’re such a b-st-rd
you’re so naturally perverse, you ain’t even gotta rehe-rs- -you’re such a b-st-rd
fly like a witch, without running in some pitch
why don’t you break the switch that takes me over
my prison is your brain, your prisoner’s insane
forgot all the keys, you can break the chains
but you don’t even take the blame you b-st-rd.
(b-st-rd, b-st-rd) i’m enjoying that lately, you know just the beginnings
the agony and the ecstacy meeting at the middle of my mouth
the agony and the ecstacy can’t spit it out.
sometimes on a rainy day i draw you.
hope for… love.
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