Letras:
Weapons The Weapon

this slaughter Full of hate, no regrets, born to kill Devastate, annihilate, exterminate This is the final holocaust End of your kind No one survives For we have the weapons

Cause you don't Tell me something I don't know Tell me something I don't know I got a diamond in my pocket and a gun in my purse Bring Semi Precious Weapons

: You look gorgeous by the light of my phone Please move closer dear, you know I live alone Subtlety is not my strength, so pay attention to my face

: Sticky with champagne It's okay, it's her birthday, sticky Her lips are always open and bloody red Bloody trying to get us all in her bed In her head

: I gotta mouth and she's wet I gotta mouth and she's wet I gotta mouth and she's wet And I'm pretty sure you wanna touch it I can't wait until I taste

: Sometimes you go to sleep in your make up Sometimes you take off your pants when you wake up Sometimes you walk a bridge in your girl shoes It's okay

: Next time you're out for blood Bite your goddamn tongue 'Cause I've bled enough I've bled enough Next time the silence cracks your mind Fill it with

: She threw up in a wine glass That's Kunt Fixed her lipstick real fast That's Kunt She worked a quick hairdo That's Kunt She comes because she has to

: Dance me face to face While I finger your ribcage Dance me face to face While I finger your ribcage I've got a dirty mind, love She's got those laser