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Molly Holzschlag
Stu Kupers
Deacon Central

Independents Day

Five Long Days

Fuck me shoes and jail tatoos, run-away Rhonda you were born to lose
sleep walking in your party shoes without a heartbeat

Yeah, you're a pretty little garbage scow, up on a wire and you can't get down,
you're going to get it and you don't care how, well that's your thing.

Stick the pile driver up your nose, why don't you punch me in the bullet holes
why doncha bring me one dead black rose to put your name on?

Who's the queen of the psycho whores, get me home and lock my doors,
I aint a groupie on no more tours it's just a bad dream.

Bite me, beat me
Why don't you need me,
well who do you think you are?
Eat me bleed me can't you need me? you're just five long days that's all.

You're the matron of the psycho ward, who's kicking in all the doors,
stoppin' in on every single floor to tuck the boys in.

Now you're eating up the broken glass lickin my dirt and kicking my ass,
diggin my grave and saying my mass in the winter.

Just a sweet little catholic girl, with a heart as black as the whole wide world drinking my blood while the truth uncurls under my bed.

Tastes like blood tastes like chicken, you don't know whos boots you're licking,
let's just hope this plot don't thicken to a bad dream.

Beat me,Bite me come on fight me ,well who do you think you are?
Eat me bleed me damn you need me you're just five long days, 'yeah.
Bite me beat me damn you feed me well who do you think you are?
Bite me beat me fuck you need me
beat me bite me come on fight me well who do you think you are?
eat me bleed me damn you feed me you're just five long days thats all

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