I was born into this life
To a drunk father and a rented wife
Who layed down in a concrete bed
Who layed dark thoughts inside my head
But they don't know
No they don't know
Nothings wrong, nothings right
Nothing feels quite alright
Watching my fists turn white
Turn the lips into eyes
Nothings right, nothings wrong
Nothing makes me belong
All the kids sing swan songs
All the kids sing along with me
I, I want to kill tonight
I want to kill tonight
I, I want to kill tonight
I want to kill tonight
I was born into this world
Some kind of sinister little girl
I let jesus off the christ
And drag his face into the moss
But they don't know
No they don't know
Nothings wrong, nothings right
Nothing feels quite as right
Watching my fists turn white
Turn the lips into eyes
Nothings right, nothings wrong
Nothing makes me belong
All the kids sing swan songs
All the kids sing along with me
I, I want to kill tonight
I want to kill tonight
I, I want to kill tonight
I want to kill tonight
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- Boys
- Crimes Of Passion
- Endless Flowers
- Summer Of Hate
- Crybaby Demon / U Sexy Thing
- Cockroach
- Rock & Folk : 100% Rock Indé
- Sampler, Volume 27
- Un printemps 2012 volume 3
- 1234
- Endless Flowers (Deluxe Version)
- Endless Flowers (Bonus Edition)
- Piccadilly Records 2012 Sampler
- Endless Flowers - Single
- Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9)
- Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9) - Single
- Sunday b/w Fascist Cops
- "Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9)" b/w Fascist Cops
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 140
- Sleep Forever