Interpret:

Type O Negative

Album:

The Origin Of The Feces

Trust and you will be trusted,
says the liar to the fool
Lust and so what if you're busted?
In love and war there ain't no rules
Do you believe in forever?
I don't even believe in tomorrow
The only thing that lasts forever
are memories and sorrow
Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I'm sorry but I am unable


You went to L'amour Saturday night
Red nails and lipstick,
dressed two sizes too tight
His tongue down your throat his hand up your skirt
Yeah I'm a man, but it still hearts
Slut, whore, cunt
You had cock on your mind and cum on you're breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where there's a womb there's a way
With you it's for free
Slut, whore, cunt


Done it before, so many times
Refused to learn your lesson
Gave till it hurt, thought it was right
Only fools make mistakes twice
So you sit home drinking alone
Empty bottle in your hand
Don't even try to sort out the lies
It's worse to try to understand
I know you're fucking someone else