I'm So Cool I'm Dead
I'm so fuckin cool I'm dead, i guess you haven't picked up on all the clues that I left
I'm in your red light district struttin my stuff
You say you're eighteen, I don't think you're eighteen enough
I got the whole black market hiding under my dress
a name you can't put your finger on but still you can guess
another bleach blonde hairstyle, totally obsessed
about her social reflex and tinsletown rejects

I'm so fuckin cool I'm dead, another tongue in your mouth for all the shit that you said
you got your scene points, fake clique, struttin your stuff
but your big dick mouthwash isn't enough
you got the whole scene believing that you're just like them
you stick yourself with pins and needles cuz it makes you friends
why don't we stop with all the laughing and we'll just pretend
that we're not social rejects, push that button, eject
                             they have no mercy
                                                                                   this is your last chance
                                                                           i think i think i've had enough
                                                                                       off with your head
                                                                                you're always kissing ass
                                                                                        off with your head
Cats & Kittens
cat chases mouse chases dog chases fleas chases you chases me, feline
                                                                                  everybody gets a turn
dog pets the cat pets the kittens they purr, drop the bomb, milk the mom,
                                                                  make sure everybody gets a taste
                                       i don't even care it's not my problem
                                       i'm not even there no i dont think so
                                       is it hard to breathe under all the makeup?
                                       no tricks up this sleeve
                            i don't think so you're not funny pet my kitty
today is the day that my cats got away through the cracks in the door...3....4...
                                                                  i doubt they're ever coming back
cat chases dog chases fleas chases you chases me, drop the bomb, make sure                                                                                         everybody gets a taste
                                        i am so naive,this tangled story
                                        consequence, deceit...not my problem
                                        mom, it's hard to breathe in all this makeup
                                        no tricks up my sleeve
                             i don't think so you're not funny pet my kitty
          
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