SF Clits lyrics

We are not the ones that are talked about
We've fallen out of the family tree
We're not the ones on the mantelpiece
'Cause we were burned in the fire place

We are the f*ck Offs, SF Clits
We are the Drop Deads, Eat My sh*ts
We are the Go To Hells
p*ss right off - we're taking under

We are the Strap-Ons, SF Clits
We are the double-fist Piece Of sh*ts
We are the tear-loss(?) ....(?) my f*ck/blood (???)
We're taking under - we're taking under


We're not the ones who get sympathy
We live in peripheral vision
We're not the ones on the milk carton
We got a resounding "good riddance"!

(chorus)

One, two, three, go!