"Desperate Bitch" as written by and David Kyp Joel Malone....
Well we're movin' on up, on up
Just a small divide,
left to cross burnin' up on the lawn
but it's alright
cause the smoke is sublime.
Holdin' out hope for some true crime.
Beatin' down the boys in blue
with a chain or a crew
and a hand full of rocks
and a night out just runnin' wild!,
runnin' wild,
Through the park over land mines.

Today I was a desperate bitch
and all that followed was me ringing my hands
between these walls like a house fly,
just watchin the days pass by.

Green is the colour, green is the colour
of my true love's eyes
and a Jackson would do
but a Benjamin
might just make me cry
tears,
the kind that accompany smiles.

To live the dream
home and hearth just overwhelming,
with a car and a dog
and a russian bride!
Keep my day job,
just turn tricks on the side.

Today I was,
Today I was,
Today I was a desperate bitch
and hollow bowels mean you're gutless
so no bridge to jump
and no tracks to dive,
plus that'd be rash
and it might itch
but it's not quite an infection,
and to fall takes no direction.

Fuckin' death machine
It's so limiting
And there's only two ways about it
Up is blood money,
Down isn't noble,
It's just pathetic and crowded.

Today I was a desperate bitch and all that followed
was I found myself standin' here
Naked and blue
In front of you,
With castration fear!!
Holdin' self pity dear!!!
Cock all froze up,
well pimps down and
Hoes up!

And I said fuck all,
And I said fuck all,
And I said fuck all!!!!


Lyrics submitted by martymca, edited by monomania

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