And I Live In A Townwhere The Boys Amputate...

. . . . (yawn)
 Make me miss amerika
 rip it when we're 6 yeah
 lock her in her room now
 tell me it's my birthday-
 i don't care.
 rub her face in glass Dad
 try to kick some ass Dad
 tell me who's insane man
 throw up exrery other day-
 i don't care.
 cross my legs and hold it in
 say you wish you had no ears
 funny how she don't exist
 mommy chained her up instead-
 i don't care
 fill me with yr lies boy,
 don't matter wasn't real
 she don't wanna be my friend
 but i can't stand her anyways
 i can't go home again
 but i'm still a good tax break
 cut us off at the hearts
 scabs grow thicker by the years-
 i don't care.
 splitting hairs and doing time
 slap me till i feel fine
 who commits the real crime?
 will you ever be mine?