Hole
Time to Kill
Just do it baby
Oh, I fucking will
You've got nothing left but time
Time left to kill
Just do it baby
You've got nothing left
There is nothing left of you
That I don't possess
My messiah rose up, rose up from the mud
He wanted everything, every
Every drop of my blood
Just do it baby
It feels so good
You've got nothing of possession
And I don't think you could
Yeah, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
Just do it bitch
You little punk
When I burn with you, well
You'll wish you were never, ever born
No, no, no, no