Bride
All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy
Your sweater won't keep you warm,
With a heart so fucking cold,
Your body is too hollow,
To accept the truth.

We can't all sing glory,
With their blood on our teeth.
We've wasted our time,
Counting limbs on the side of the street.

"This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!"

We're the first to spit back,
In their judgmental eyes,
We're not afraid there will be no remorse,
No remorse.

For those with no respect

Your lipstick may hide your lips,
But it will never hide your lies.

[Interlude]

I put your heart and soul inside a body bag.
I put your heart and soul inside a body bag.
Too late to ask the whore for a little more,
'Cuz I think hear God knocking on her casket door.

I treated you, like royalty,
And you gave me nothing, but
You were no princess tonight
You, fucking slut.

So bow the fuck down,

Bow down to your, superior
Bow down to your, superior
You're inferior, superior
Bow down to your, superior

No, remorse

For those with no respect

Oh, baby,
Oh baby, you must have a package,
To deliver, 'cuz I,
Dont know who,
The fuck,
You are.