Here’s. The. Story. Kids

You see that girl with the broken stare?

(She lies alone on the pulsing floor with

A row of cocaine and hair that’s wrapped

Around her neck

So. Tight.)

Listen closely

Because my lips are forming

A new religion

.She.

Found him in a dark alley

As he found her with a kiss so tragic

It cracked her teeth and she swore

(Oh baby, she could have sworn)

That her world tilted to one side

And as her hips began to quake

His body began to shake

(his words were bullshit but

his lips were ecstasy on her happy ending…)

He cut her hair with his passion and

Slowly…slowly…. Slowly

Twisted it around her throat until

Her finger nails were ripping into his skin

So hard she swore

(Oh baby, she could have sworn)

That she scratched bone that

Stung her flesh like acid.

Listen listen little children

For the darkness is creeping up

Right

Behind you

And it’s carrying the body of

That girl with the broken stare.