Tell Shannon Her Crafts Are Ready lyrics
by Heavy Heavy Low Low
You would make the prettiest of brides
Oh baby, I got you working
Got you working from the nine to five
(You would make the prettiest rape victim)
Oh baby, I got you working
Got you working from the nine to five
God, god, god damn
I hope I overdose
Your mouth is open
And better suits a bottle opener
Than to talk my pathetic f*cking ears off
I'd jab an ice pick
In my eardrums
If I could someday regain hearing
I envision
(More more more)
Snapping your neck
(More more more)
Tilt back your head and f*cking take it
Milligram count
You've gone too far
Diagnosis
Finally gone
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck
Oh, sh*t, f*ck