This is my cross to bear
My bar to clear
Love my stupid filth
Love my stupid phone calls
They tend to look alike
For 100 hundred fucking years, babe
Everyone's a fuck
Phone home

It's only curses pointing

Listen, Atlanta
I can sing by myself
(Believe that the silverware will bend)
Forsyth county, I can sing by myself

Hear the storm sirens on a sunny day
You walk out just to feel the wind
Singing frog syndrome
You never could keep your mouth shut

Sick girls get purged