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 Precious Things

 

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 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 make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
 
These precious things
Let them bleed let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me
 
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 every NICE girl
 
These precious things
Let them bleed let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break now, let them wash away
These these precious things
Let them bleed now. let them wash away
These these precious things
Let them break their hold over me
 
Precious...
Precious...

 
 
© Copyright 1999 -- Jeffrey M. Johnson
Last Updated 10/7/99