Tales from the Burg lyrics

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore
My palms full of sweat
Clearly you've had your revenge
For the night I spit right in your face
You will never forget and I will never forget
Every waking moment I spend wishing you were dead

Just f*cking die
Just f*cking die

It must have been his brand new hand pentagram
Or the fact that he f*cks
Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag
Just so you know
The next time you're sucking di*k
You're tasting the blood of a Pirates fan
Tell me how much lower can you go in life?

You f*cking b*tch

I'm so over it
I'm f*cking over it
I'm so over it
I'm f*cking over it
I'm so over it
I'm f*cking over it
I'm so over it
I'm f*cking over it
I'm not over it
I'm never over it
I'm not over it
I'm never over it
I'm not over it
I'm never over it
I'm not over it
I'm never over it

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore
My palms full of sweat
Clearly you've had your revenge
For the night I spit right in your face
You will never forget and I will never forget
Every waking moment I spend wishing you were dead

Just f*cking die
Just f*cking die

Just so you know
The next time you're sucking di*k
You're tasting the blood of a Pirates fan
Tell me how much lower can you go in life?
You f*cking b*tch

I'm so over it
I'm f*cking over it
What a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses
What a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses
What a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses