Skinny Little *****

Skinny little *****, staring at the mirror

In your desperation you disappear

And you would be, oh, so dumb to **** 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, ah, you never sleep

Skinny little *****, praying to the Lord

Praying for some salvation 'cause she's, oh, so bored

In my vile *** horror and my cheap drugs sell

Seeing all the things you'll never live to tell

And you will never see the light

I'm just obscure and 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 to foul creation

Born of sour milk, ******* filth

You step your heel on broken glass

So I could kick your scrawny ass

And 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 *****, skinny little *****

Skinny little *****, skinny little *****

Skinny little *****, skinny little *****

Skinny little *****, skinny little *****

Skinny little *****