Story Behind the Song
How many dead babies does it take to paint a house?
--It depends on how hard you throw them.
Lyrics
The spitting image of a worm, thats how i feel. My days going like ive been stepped on a thousand times. What a dream. My feet hurt, my back aches, and worse yet I still miss you. If I were to ask you to hold me, youd throw me over the edge. Wouldnt you? How could I let myself trust you? I laughed when you spit in his face. Im just a poor boy whos only hope was in your arms. I feel lost and alone. I wish this night would end. Its like waiting for Christmas to come, it never does, not since you left. Not since you left me here. Just come back for a taste, let me show you love. If its too sour you can spit it out. Its not for you. But now that i look back, youre not worth a tear, whore. You sicken me. Say Goodbye.
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