Violent Femme

Walking down the street, spy the backseat, looking like a fella who might you wanna meet

Cadillac car, portable bar, 25 feet from port to star

Bored with life, sharp as a knife, sucking all the poison from the afterlife

Clinging to the wall at the fancy party, Japanese girl in a birria shell

Fire in my belly and a pain down low, nobody not crazy hasn't ever felt this

You all just kiss off into the air, behind my back I can hear them stare

They'll hurt me bad, but I don't mind they'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time

They do it all the time They do it all the time They do it all the time

Scraping my brain, driving insane, the radio man says your middle name's Wayne

Tricks done choked, queen got smoked, they all went to heaven in a little row boat