Bury Your Dead - Dragged Out And Shot lyrics

Now Here's A Medal For Being So f**ing Perfect Perfect At Making Me Miserable How Do Your Do It? So Let Me Get Some Paper To Take Down These Notes So That I Can Take The Papers Dull Edge And Saw Away At My Tired Wrists There Is Something About You I Can't Quite Put My Finger On It I Can't Quite Put My Fingers Around Your Neck, You Die.