Skinny Little Bitch

Skinny little bitch, staring at the mirror
In your desperation to disappear
And you would be oh, so dumb to fuck with me
'Cause, baby, you’re much too young to end up with me
Your bedroom walls are falling down
And everyone can see you now
Your bedroom walls, they sell for cheap
You lie, you lie alone
You lie alone, you never sleep
You never sleep
Skinny little bitch, praying to the Lord
Praying for some salvation 'cause she’s oh so bored
In my vile sex horror and my cheap drugs hell
And all the things you’ll never live to tell
And you will never see the light
I’ll just obscure it out of spite
Just a nasty piece of work
Come on, come on, baby
Come on, baby, let it burn
Oh baby, does it hurt?
Born of foul creation
Born of sour milk, cocaine filth
You staggered here on broken glass
So I could kick your scrawny ass
All the drugs and all the burns
What a nasty, what a nasty, nasty piece of work
Oh baby, does it hurt?
Oh baby, just go slower
Oh baby, just go lower
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch
Skinny little bitch