Pussyfoot Miss Suicide Lyrics - Relentless Reckless Forever - Children Of Bodom

Hey there, I think I know you, 

What was it, youre contending to do 

Thats rite, manipulate everyone 

Around to dream youre over due 

You try to slit your wrists 

With a dry, blunt block of wood 

Upgrade it to a grater and still wont do no good 

Cmon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade 

To you and since were here 

You might as well cut me too 

Like an acid flashback, it all came 

Back to me 

Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later 

I vomit I odd oh yes indeed 

You try to slit your wrists 

With a dry, blunt block of wood 

Upgrade it to a grater and still wont do no good 

Cmon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade 

To you, And since were here 

You might as well kill me too 

Miss Suicide, let me get the door for you 

Let me love you black and blue 

Its the least that I could do 

Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below 

Its just a trifle hunch, that Ill beat u to the punch