Cursed
Room Full of Sinners
Best Of the Worst
Call out the militia, before we all die
Never quite miss her, until she blackened my eye
Ain't seen her since Monday, she was walking with a cop
She prays on Sunday, she never stop-stop
She's the best, of the worst i had
Call off the monkeys, before we all fry
No rest for the junkies, 'till they get it inside
Ain't talked since she got back
Ain't nothing she don't know
Her train needs a new track, she always go-go
She's the best, of the worst i had
Give us some love, make it all right
Give us some glove, give us some light
Give us a smile, don't you look sad
Give us some heat...you're the best i've had
She's the best, of the worst i had