shes got 15 personalities a glass eyeball and a problem brain livin out of town in a six foor ditch tries to hit herself but she always seems to miss ladybug i dont believe in love youre lost in the skies above daisies and a picket fence? i dont want yer love all of her clothes are the paper doll ya want to grow up in a fairy tale yer papa was a maggot and yer borther is a dirty f***** everyday the tragadies they never fail i dont have anything that you could ever want born downtown in a homeless onterourge brain hal empty as a basement ya know i'm inept i cant give you what i dont already have