Children Of Bodom - *****foot Miss Suicide Lyrics
Hey there, I think I know you,What was it, you're condending to do?That's rite, manipulate everyoneAround to dream you're over due[Chorus]You try to slit your wristsWith a dry, blunt block of woodUpgrade it to a grater and still won't do no goodC'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my bladeTo you and since we're hereYou might as well cut me tooLike an acid flashback, it all cameBack to meSlipped to drop a hit of you, one second laterI vomit I od'd… oh yes indeedYou try to slit your wristsWith a dry, blunt block of woodUpgrade it to a grater and still won't do no goodC'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my bladeTo you. And since we're hereYou might as well kill me too[Solo]Miss Suicide, let me get the door for youLet me love you black and blueIt's the least that I could doMiss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down belowIt's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat u to the punch