Bread Pitt Songtext
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An iron giant struts in fishnet stockings for the horde
"A succubus in tights!"
They′re screaming for a place to rest. I beg angst, "keep me up all night!"
Take a look. Behold her dead wine, gold, and cold silk
While my friends try to kill themselves
They've been crying over having everything

Her breasts are the minimum wage
They took the life from the eyes of the working man
He sits alone at the end of the bar and he drinks
Do you see him? He drinks so damn slow
From the glass of cold comfort that′s killing him so


Spit on me, world
Spit on me, world
Spit on me
Spit on me, world
Spit on me, world
Spit on me

Piss on me, girl
Piss on me, girl
Piss on me
Piss on me, girl
Piss on me, girl
Piss on me

Love doesn't come in someone else
Love doesn't come in someone else
Even if you come in someone else
Love doesn′t come in someone else
It comes in paper