Dillinger Four - ***** You, Ms. Rochelle Lyrics
HE WAS PREACHING AT THE BUS STOP, HE WAS DRUNK,DRUNK ON MOUTHWASH, TALK SHITHE A FOR A CIGARETTE I GAVE HIM A MINTA LADY ASKED WILL THE SIX SOONHE ASKED HER IF SHED LIKE TO TAKE A TRIP TO THE MOONHIS SARCASM REEKED OF LONELINESSAND I KNOW I HATED HIM THROUGH THE SNOW I COULD SEE A REFLECTIONFRAGILE IS THE HELL WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES WHEN WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE SPOTLIGHT? ON.HE WAS GETTING MORE OBNOXIOUS AND HE WOULDN? QUITEVEN THOUGH OUR FACES READ YOU?E FULL OF SHITAND THEN SHE SPLIT FOR ANOTHER STOPHE WAS ASKING FOR A SMOKE AND HE WAS PISSED I SAID NOHE 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 TOOLBUT SINCE THEN I?E LEARNED THAT ALL CLOWNS AREN? FOOLSBUT IF THE ME OF THEN COULD SEE ME NOW, I? SURE HE WOULDN? LISTEN UP ANYHOWHE? SAY ? KNEW YOU WHEN YOU USED TO MATTER?BUT I?E KNOWN HIM SINCE HE WASN? SO EASILY FLATTERED