p****foot Miss Suicide Lyrics

[Paul: You know, you go home and have a couple of shooters and i don't know what the f*** happens, but you come back you're not the same lady]

Hey there, I think I know you.
What was it, you're condending to do?
That's right, manipulate everyone
Around to deem you're over due
You try to slit 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's 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 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 kill 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 down
To go the floor way down below
It's just a trifle hunch
That I'll beat you to the punch
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 the floor way down below
It's just a trifle hunch
That I'll beat you to the punch