The swan sang with a broken neck
Out by the pool, behind the fence
You can’t forgive me when
You know if I had the gun, I’d
Choose to shoot again
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know I am not
I am not
In the holy land of broken homes
You still pretend you don’t know
That I took it out back and I
Snapped its neck just like
A wishbone and I let it die
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know I am not
I am not
1 | Alligator Blood |
2 | Ugly |
3 | Please Eat |
4 | Mean |
5 | Valley of the Dead |
6 | Hair Lockets |
7 | Angels of Porn |
8 | White Trashing |
9 | True Love Café |
10 | Coma Baby |