Cash girls suffer me, Ive got no enemies
Im walking down
Its nothing to meet
Its nothing to see
If Ill never see the English evergreens Im running to
Its nothing to meet
Its nothing to see
Im dying too
Push their backs against the grain
And fool them all again and again
Im trying to
We bitches tear our magazines
Of all the gastly foaming mouths from now and then
Cant believe for just one second Im forgetting you
Im trying to
Im dying too
Dollar days til final checks, honest scratching tails the necks Im falling down
Its nothing to meet
Its nothing to see
If Ill never see the English evergreens Im running to
Its nothing to meet
Its nothing to see
Im dying too
Push their backs against the grain
And fool them all again and again
Im trying to
Its all gone wrong but on and on
The bitter nerve is never enough, Im falling down
Dont believe for just one second Im forgetting you
Im trying to
Im dying too
Im trying to
Im dying too
Im trying to
Im dying too
Im trying to
Im dying too
Im trying to
Im dying too