Skinny Little *****

Skinny little *****, staring at the mirror
In your desperation you disappear
And you would be, oh, so dumb to **** with me
'Cause baby, you're much too young to end up with me
Your bedroom walls are falling down
And everyone can see you now
Your bedroom walls, they sell for cheap
You lie, you lie alone, you lie alone
You never sleep, ah, you never sleep
Skinny little *****, praying to the Lord
Praying for some salvation 'cause she's, oh, so bored
In my vile *** horror and my cheap drugs sell
Seeing all the things you'll never live to tell
And you will never see the light
I'm just obscure and out of spite
Just a nasty piece of work
Come on, come on, baby
Come on, baby, let it burn
Oh baby, does it hurt?
Born to foul creation
Born of sour milk, ******* filth
You step your heel on broken glass
So I could kick your scrawny ass
And all the drugs and all the burns
What a nasty, what a nasty, nasty piece of work
Oh, baby does it hurt?
Oh, baby just go slower
Oh, baby just go lower
Skinny little *****, skinny little *****
Skinny little *****, skinny little *****
Skinny little *****, skinny little *****
Skinny little *****, skinny little *****
Skinny little *****