She had a burn in the crinkle of her right eye
Someone threw a cigarette out the window when she walked by
So she wore glasses with thick frames to hide her scar
She spends every night in a glass in the corner of a bar
To fix her would take only a needle and thread
But no one can see the end so they just leave her for dead
One morning she lay crucified on the sidewalk by the school
No one saw her or stepped over her, she is such a little fool
So they nabbed her in church and slipped her out the back
And stepped on every crack
Until she opened her mouth in agony and pain
When they shot her by the river they knew the bullet was in vain
She was already slain
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 10:12 PM UTC
She had a burn in the crinkle of her right eye
Someone threw a cigarette out the window when she walked by
So she wore glasses with thick frames to hide her scar
She spends every night in a glass in the corner of a bar
To fix her would take only a needle and thread
But no one can see the end so they just leave her for dead
One morning she lay crucified on the sidewalk by the school
No one saw her or stepped over her, she is such a little fool
So they nabbed her in church and slipped her out the back
And stepped on every crack
Until she opened her mouth in agony and pain
When they shot her by the river they knew the bullet was in vain
She was already slain