So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned

Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy

Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed

Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me


He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play

And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that

Sick holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys

Those christian boys
So you can made me###
That doesn't make you Jesus

I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared

No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods

With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart

Of ever nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed

Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break

Let them wash away