When questionmarks are straightend out and everything seems fine. You get punched in the face and are told to stand in line. You thought life was a dance, on flowers and grass. But soon you found out, She's just an evil lass' Life's a bitch that's too fond of her strap-on, tripping you over and adding a ton to your newly relived burden. School was getting easy and friends were being nice. But it was to good to last and now you pay the price. If you are falling in love, don't expect to much. Even if she smiles, she has a death-cold touch. Life's a bitch that's too fond of her strap-on, kicking your nuts and adding a ton to your newly relieved burden. So now things are looking grim and quite sad perhaps? Unfair, depressed are you and yet you still got a few more laps. Run, run, run in her little game of torture and sarcasm. For when she gets tired of it you'll be thrown down in an neverending chasm. The fire down there will burn your body and soul, but the fall itself will turn out not be an endless hole. Rock bottom will eventually hit you harder than any other thing ever has, and when you finally reach it the only way to go is back up. Unless someone throws down a shovel you can only be heading up the track. Climbing isn't that bad, if you know you can punch that bitch back. Don't surrender because life treats you in a way you don't like. Instead keep on fighting for what you know is right. Life's a bitch that's too fond of her strap-on, but we punched her back, and now we wait for the rematch to begin. |