Album: The Unholy Mother Of Fuck

Broken Glass

She's the waking up in a pool of sweat and the crying out in vain.
She's the death that live's inside of us all and she's fucking you insane,
the appetite for destuction and all the times you run out of luck,
the craving for "just a li'l more" and the unholy mother of fuck.

(fake a smile...) Life's a bitch and she's givin' it to you with a two by four
(grit your teeth...) Learn to accept this by bending over, just taking it all
(and eat...) The broken glass.

She's the bitter sweet taste of blood when truth decides to bite your tounge.
She's the bullet in your head and the growing cancer in your lung,
the buzz of the rush, the big H in high that'll ride 'til you die.
She's all the time that slipped you by and every fucking lie.

(fake a smile...) Life's a bitch and she's givin' it to you with a two by four
(grit your teeth...) Learn to accept this by bending over, just taking it all
(and eat...) The broken glass

She's the waking up in a pool of sweat and the crying out in vain.
She's the death that live's inside of us all and she's fucking you insane,
the bitter sweet taste of blood when truth decides to bite your tounge.
She's the bullet in our heads and the fucking cancer in our lungs.
(fake a smile...) Life's a bitch and she's givin' it to you with a two by four
(grit your teeth...) Learn to accept this by bending over, just taking it all
(and eat...) The broken glass