Sixty Daddies (original song!)

a song i wrote about a bitch i fucked.




The chaos has left she is now the tornado
fueling the train I spread my heart
out on the tracks like jelly
and like pennies it was smashed
one thousand two hundred miles away

I could have jammed
the shards of broken glass we found
into your back
by the railroad tracks
it would have put you
out of your misery

I hope you hit a hurricane
I hope it hit you hard
that I don't love you
and I hope your father hits you
when you get back home

Maybe if we shared sixty daddies
it would be enough attention for us both

And maybe if we had enough drugs
we could know peace
the pink flowers smelled like nothing
and your hair no longer smells good
it smells like rotting food
and your sister hates you

Your bones give me no peace
and your reptile skeleton disintigrates
and your lsd leaks out

Pretty baby ride horses
pretty baby ride horses

I'm eating an apple I picked for you
in the town I'm moving to
I'm putting cold towels on the floor for you

I'm in love
I'm in toxic love with you.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• andrea
• jane
• kato
• jap
• hitler

[sensimilla666]

Oh yeah don'tt curl youre hair if it's not going to turn out correctly. You should definatly watch videos on how to do your hair.........

[sensimilla666]

You need a better sound quality you sound like a dying goat. Maybe if you go to mexico to make it as long as your talented they don't care about you being ugly.