I speak the truth, I dare not tell a lie. One child is in fits, the other child dies. Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger. The yellow bird a specter lost to linger.
I speak the truth. I dare not tell a lie. One child is in fits. The other child dies. Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger. The yellow bird a specter lost to linger.
Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?. . Living Dead Girl. . (What are you thinking about?). (What are you thinking about?).
(One time I saw her flip into a cab driver. Cut out her cancer with a rusty butter knife). . Bleed, bleed, bleed it out. . Yeah, a rat on the scraps. The jaws to the fossil.
(One time I saw a Filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife.). . Bleed. Bleed. Bleed it out. Yeah!. . A rat on the scraps. Jaws to the fossil.
I'd like to say for the record that I like how you walk. And how all the other girls shut their mouths when you talk. Your body's so black and your mind is too.