Mark Davis - Tales From The Burg lyrics

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore My palms full of sweat Clearly you've had your revenge For the night I spit right in your face You will never forget and I will never forget Ever waking moment I spend wishing you were dead Just f**ing die It must of been his brand new hand pentagram Or the fact that he f**s Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag Just so you know The next time your s**ing dick Your tasting the blood of a Pirates fan Tell me how much lower can you go in life? You f**ing b**h I'm so over it I'm f**ing over it I'm not over it I'm never over it I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore My palms full of sweat Clearly you've had your revenge For the night I spit right in your face You will never forget and I will never forget Ever waking moment I spend wishing you were dead Just f**ing die Just so you know The next time your s**ing dick Your tasting the blood of a Pirates fan Tell me how much lower can you go in life? You f**ing b**h I'm so over it I'm f**ing over it What a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses