Letra de Tell Shannon Her Crafts Are Ready

You would make the prettiest of brides
Oh baby, I got you working
Got you working from the nine to five
(You would make the prettiest rape victim)
Oh baby, I got you working
Got you working from the nine to five
God, god, god damn
I hope I overdose
Your mouth is open
And better suits a bottle opener
Than to talk my pathetic fucking ears off
I'd jab an ice pick
In my eardrums
If I could someday regain hearing
I envision
(More more more)
Snapping your neck
(More more more)
Tilt back your head and fucking take it
Milligram count
You've gone too far
Diagnosis
Finally gone
Oh, shit, fuck
Oh, shit, fuck
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