The Bride All Work And No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy Lyrics

Your sweater won't keep you warm with a heart so f___ing cold. Your body is too hollow to accept the truth. We can't all sing glory, with their blood on our teeth. We've wasted our time counting limbs on the side of the street. We're the first to spit back, in their judgemental eyes. We're not afraid. There will be no remorse FOR THOSE WITH NO RESPECT. Your lipstick may hide your lips, but it will never hide your lies. I put your heart and soul inside a body bag. Too late to ask the w____ for a little more cos i think hear God knocking on her casket door. I treated you like royalty, and you gave me nothing but you were no princess tonight you f___ing s___. so bow the f___ down, bow down to your superior. No remorse, FOR THOSE WITH NO RESPECT. Oh baby you must have a package to deliver cos i dont know who the f___ you are.