Bratmobile

And I Live in a Town Where the Boys...

Bratmobile


. . . . . (yawn)
Make me miss amerika 
rip it when we're 6 yeah
lock her in her room now 
tell me it's my birthday- 
i don't care.
rub her face in glass Dad
try to kick some ass Dad
tell me who's insane man
throw up exrery other day-
i don't care.
cross my legs and hold it in
say you wish you had no ears
funny how she don't exist 
mommy chained her up instead-
i don't care
fill me with yr lies boy, 
don't matter wasn't real 
she don't wanna be my friend
but i can't stand her anyways
i can't go home again 
but i'm still a good tax break
cut us off at the hearts
scabs grow thicker by the years-
i don't care.
splitting hairs and doing time 
slap me till i feel fine
who commits the real crime?
will you ever be mine?