Bury Your Dead Dragged Out And Shot Lyrics

Dragged Out And Shot Lyrics

Now Here's A Medal For Being So Fucking Perfect

Perfect At Making Me
Miserable

How Do Your Do It?

So Let Me Get Some Paper To Take Down
These Notes

So That I Can Take The Papers Dull Edge 

And Saw Away
At My Tired Wrists

There Is Something About You

I Can't Quite Put
My Finger On It

I Can't Quite Put My Fingers Around Your Neck, You Die.