Cured myself with class.
They sit alone, my face a wreck.
Someone has glossed their hair.
Someone let it go somewhere, and found a better policy.
We're all out of fire for the rest that came home.
A shot to the heart, left for my brother.
There's something we can't fix: weakened knees stay down. Instead of being so damn alive, just curl your legs and wait to die. Then beg for blood upon the soil.
The snakes are sick of drinking oil.

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Well-fed Woman song meanings
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