Please, That b*tch Will Outlive Us All lyrics
by 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 f*ck I'm even thing anymore
My kids a f*cking pervert he smears c*m 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 f*ckin sick
I feel f*ckin 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 c*ckroach mother
I'm too young to die inside