Fuck You, Ms. Rochelle Lyrics - Singles - Dillinger Four

HE WAS PREACHING AT THE BUS STOP, HE WAS DRUNK, 

DRUNK ON MOUTHWASH, TALK SHIT 

HE A FOR A CIGARETTE I GAVE HIM A MINT 

A LADY ASKED WILL THE SIX SOON 

HE ASKED HER IF SHED LIKE TO TAKE A TRIP TO THE MOON 

HIS SARCASM REEKED OF LONELINESS 

AND I KNOW I HATED HIM THROUGH THE SNOW I COULD SEE A REFLECTION 

FRAGILE IS THE HELL WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES WHEN WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE SPOTLIGHT' ON. 

HE WAS GETTING MORE OBNOXIOUS AND HE WOULDN QUIT 

EVEN THOUGH OUR FACES READ YOUE FULL OF SHIT 

AND THEN SHE SPLIT FOR ANOTHER STOP 

HE WAS ASKING FOR A SMOKE AND HE WAS PISSED I SAID NO 

HE MADE A FIST SO I PULLED OUT MY DICK RY SMOKING THIS? 

SO SIMILAR IT WAS KILLING ME, SO FULL OF SHIT AT ONLY 15. 

FRAGILE IS THE HELL WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES WHEN WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE SPOTLIGHT' ON. 

HE WAS ME IN HIGH SCHOOL, A STEREO-TYPE, A WELL-TRAINED TOOL 

BUT SINCE THEN IE LEARNED THAT ALL CLOWNS AREN FOOLS