I didn't use you, but I wish I had
I never liked you, but I wish I did
But I wish I did

Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
Or your southern hospitality
Your voice has a singsong quality
And bones were made to be broken
Bones were made to be broken

Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can bitch
Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can bitch
About another stupid summer (x4)

Paste eaters like this sad season
Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues
And bite your heavy tongues


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    General Commentkristin hersh has an excellent scream.
    Debassplayeron January 11, 2006   Link
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    General CommentYesh she does eh. And I just love the moment when the drums drop down like a staggering drunk does to the pavement.

    The song reminds me of the summer I dumped my ex. I was jubilent, wondering why I hadn't done it earlier. And me and my mates spent bitching bout how stupid and pointless the relationships we had were, swearing we would never do it again... ahem.

    Poppy seed tea is a way of drinking opium aint it?
    cookie dayon May 21, 2006   Link

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