You're furious, I never taught you to sing
You carry rocks in your head and pitch them
Without warning, Happy drunk
You're furious, I beg you for sin
I beg your skin, You buy a whore
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You're furious, I never taught you to sing
You carry rocks in your head and pitch them
Without warning, Happy drunk
You're furious, I beg you for sin
I beg your skin, You buy a whore