Songtext von Pussyfoot Miss Suicide

Hey there, I think I know you, What was it, you're condending to do? That's rite, manipulate everyone Around to deem you're over due You try to slit your wrists With a dry, blunt block of wood Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you. And since we're here you might as well cut me too. Like an acid flashback, it all came back to me Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later I vomit I od'd.. oh yes indeed You try to slit your wrists with a dry, blunt block of wood upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you. And since we're here you might as well cut me too. Miss Suicide, let me get the door for you let me love you black and blue it's the least that I could do Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below it's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat u to the punch