dont blue print me you casket designers
your not dead like me you little lip liners
some powered nose and some strangers skull f***** head
i want a little warm milk before bed
spilling guts across the floor
i dont even lock the door anymore
we're in the world and we're on our knees
so we should all come together with warm milk
your not dead like me you little lip liners
some powered nose and some strangers skull f***** head
i want a little warm milk before bed
spilling guts across the floor
i dont even lock the door anymore
we're in the world and we're on our knees
so we should all come together with warm milk