You can buy her, you can buy her. This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here. Everything's for sale.
For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can by anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me There is no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself
Two dollars you rub her tits. Three dollars you rub her ass. Five dollars you can play with her pussy, or you can lick her tits. Choice is yours.
Compositores: James Dean Bradfield (James Bradfield), Nicholas Allen Jones (Nick Wire), Sean Anthony Moore (Sean Moore), Richard James Edwards ECAD: Obra #38962009