Interpret:

Distillers, The

Album:

Sing Sing Death House

Murder murder a ripe blood stain
Pulled the fucking trigger cause I'm sick of it all
Murder murder a ripe fucking hate
Pulled the fucking trigger cause I'm sick of it all


I went to school today with an Uzi
There's this kid, he teased me
So I shot him in the face
All the world's light won't ease my pain
It won't cease, I'm diseased
Will you hang me please?
I'm a nihilist
Raised on violence
What do I do?
I'm American youth
All my life I've lived in silence
I'm gonna snap, I'll get you back shit


I'm a girl
I'm only thirteen
My body rots 
Cause I won't fucking eat
I'm a silent star on the b-roll
I'm a mirror fucking image of no control
Give me an award
I conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain?
If I cut, I won't look like that
If I cut, If I cut,
I won't feel like this shit


We are kids
We think life is a scam
We come from a wasted land
We are kids we play punk rock and roll
If we didn't we got no soul


We are different fucking kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
They are our arteries
We are different fucking kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
I am a part of this


We are kids
We think life is a scam
We come from a wasted land
We are kids we play punk rock and roll
If we didn't we got no soul