Jason Dean Was A Teen Liberator

Yeah, it's dynamite
the way he takes his life
and then you jump in with your wicked croquet heart
and then you fill yourself with cancer as he burns at your feet
and then you spill your guts that sexy disembowling chic
its like a kiss/kiss on the forehead
and i'ts how you kiss them
that just cracks my skin through
it's time to steal another kiss from your broad shoulders
it's time you lick my heart and burn my eyes with your hip acid filled caress
you keep the endings coming and i'll keep the vomit flowing
your mating calls are showing that the best things in life just aren't worth
loving
what if i
what if i
lined my lips with your poison
then you'd kiss me
you'd better make me give in
make me your everything
come and get your kiss on the forehead
we'll blame it on the housing projects
what an index that could make for
when your body is scarred from the bombs on the first floor
we'll blame it on the housing projects
then flaunt that lower class depression
just like you flaunt the fact that you can't feel for nothing
18 years trying to get it right
ballistic hematoma
tries to suck the scars from the bombs