Please, That Bitch Will Outlive Us All - Heavy Heavy Low Low

Why are we still sneaking behind the backs of people we don’t love anymore?

We don’t love 'em anymore

Because I am so sick of living in a bone dry marriage

I don’t even know what the fuck I’m even thing anymore

My kids a fucking pervert he smears cum on the computer desk

My husband, a money grubbing pill eating cheat

But I can’t say I don’t pop 'em too though

When I feel fuckin sick

I feel fuckin sick

Now that my gardens dried up

What do I have to life for?

Where is the man of my dreams?

Where’s the cornucopia feast?

And cherry red convertible

I won’t ride the wings of my cockroach mother

I’m too young to die inside