Jason Dean Was A Teen Liberator Lyrics - Singles - Kane Hodder

Yeah, it's dynamite 

The way he takes his life 

And then you jump in 

With your qicked croquet heart 

And then you fill yourself with cancer 

As he burns at your feet 

And then you spill your guys 

That sexy disemboweling chic 

It's like a kiss, kiss on the forehead 

And it's how you kiss them 

That just cracks my skin through 

It's time to steal another kiss from your broad shoulders 

It's time you lick my heart 

And burn my eyes with your hip acid filled caress 

You keep the endings coming 

And I'll keep the vomit flowing 

Your mating calls are showing 

That the best thing in life aren't worth loving 

What if I lined my lips with your poison then you'd better kiss me 

You'd better make me give in, make me your everything 

Come and get your kiss on the forehead 

We'll blame it on the housing projects 

What an index that could make for 

What your body is scarred from, the bombs on the first floor 

We'll blame it on the housing projects 

Then flaunt that lower class depression 

Just like you flaunt the fact 

That you can't feel for nothing 

18 years trying to get it right 

Ballistic hematoma tries to suck 

The scars from the bombs