Oh my god awful ugly, and I could end up getting sh**-kicked
Jesus gets arrested and married to an infidel k**s
I've had enough for one girl whose time has not yet come to pa**
I've had enough I've had it
The earth spits blood and swallows us whole
Some boys have the urge to k** and hard enough it hurts enough
Well I lie in the rubble, crumpled underneath his first print
Buildings fall fast hearts burst watch me cut-up broken collapse
A couple of suspicions, born dead, bread dead, die again
Two paled impaled, with gun to head I'm ready to blow
Some boys have the urge to k**
I said I'd die from his kiss, he said well then you're better off dead
Take your flesh from my flesh and get your blood away from my bed
Well I can't wait forever for the boy who never does come
And if it wait forever, and on, and on, and on, and on
Some boys