Bury Your Dead: Dragged Out And Shot Lyrics
Now Here's A Medal For Being So Fucking Perfect
Perfect At Making Me Miserable
How Do Your Do It?
So Let Me Get Some Paper To Take Down These Notes
So That I Can Take The Papers Dull Edge
And Saw Away At My Tired Wrists
There Is Something About You
I Can't Quite Put My Finger On It
I Can't Quite Put My Fingers Around Your Neck, You Die.
Perfect At Making Me Miserable
How Do Your Do It?
So Let Me Get Some Paper To Take Down These Notes
So That I Can Take The Papers Dull Edge
And Saw Away At My Tired Wrists
There Is Something About You
I Can't Quite Put My Finger On It
I Can't Quite Put My Fingers Around Your Neck, You Die.
