Jason Dean Was A Teen Liberator Lyrics

Jason Dean Was A Teen Liberator lyrics

Yeah, it's dynamite

The way he takes his life

And then you jump in

With your qicked croquet heart



And then you fill yourself with cancer

As he burns at your feet

And then you spill your guys

That sexy disemboweling chic



It's like a kiss, kiss on the forehead

And it's how you kiss them

That just cracks my skin through

It's time to steal another kiss from your broad shoulders



It's time you lick my heart

And burn my eyes with your hip acid filled caress

You keep the endings coming

And I'll keep the vomit flowing



Your mating calls are showing

That the best thing in life aren't worth loving

What if I lined my lips with your poison then you'd better kiss me

You'd better make me give in, make me your everything



Come and get your kiss on the forehead

We'll blame it on the housing projects

What an index that could make for

What your body is scarred from, the bombs on the first floor



We'll blame it on the housing projects

Then flaunt that lower class depression

Just like you flaunt the fact

That you can't feel for nothing



18 years trying to get it right

Ballistic hematoma tries to suck

The scars from the bombs