Plastic girl with plastic gun
Plastic smile under plastic sun
You burn my heart W/Yr frigid stare
Rip me off W/Yr greasey hair
I hate you and yr fishy friends
I hate you and it never ends
Tired of the times I wound up dead
Tired of thedogs inside yr head
Tired of the needles beside yr bed
Tired of the *** you keep me fed
Tired of the people you keep misled
Yr blood is turning my blue eyes red
Get yr hands off my tomato
Cherry juice on A rotten potato
Subway slasher is on my ass
Steals my money and smokes my grass
Watch yr back or yr dead meat baby
Throw the dog A bone + you still get rabies.
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Lyrics: Kim Gordon
Sonic Youth - murray street (2002)
