Letras:
Worn Thin In Pieces

the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with

the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with

world of difference Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens in like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece

port And Cindy tells me she's had fun Sitting backstage, someone's plus one Up in her room the records spin Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin

to judge my own creation-bring me love and as I burned my fragile skin -touched omnio All this can not go on anymore, these thorns they tear me to pieces

the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with

she tells me she's had fun Sitting backstage, someone's plus one Up in her place the records spin Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin She

world of difference Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece

to judge my own creation-bring me love and as I burned my fragile skin -touched omnio All this can not go on anymore, these thorns they tear me to pieces