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Dead Jesus - Текст песни Straight A's
Sixteen, on the honor roll
 I wish that I was dead
 Parents hate me, I got zits
 And bruises 'round my head
 Pressure's on to get good grades
 So I can be like them
 Do my homework all the time
 I can't go out just then
 People they ain't friends at all
 They tease and suck me dry
 Yell at me when I fuck up
 And party while I cry
 I look so big on paper
 I feel so fucking small
 Wanna die and you don't care
 Just stride on down the hall
 Suicide suicide
 Read the paper, wonder why
 Turn the light out, then you cry
 It's your fault, you made me die
 Touch me won't you touch me now
 So frozen I can't love
 When I was born my mama cried
 And picked me up with gloves
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 Girls, they kick me in the eye
 Want answers to the tests
 When they get them they drive off
 And leave me home to rest
 Hold my head
 Make me warm
 Tell me I am loved
 Give me hope
 Let me cry
 Make me feel
 Give me touch
 The window's broken bleeding screaming
 Lying in the hall
 I'm gone no one remembers me
 A picture on the wall
 "he was such a bright boy
 The future in his hands??"
 ??or a spineless human pinball
 Shot around by your demands
 Suicide suicide
 Goin' to sleep and when I die
 You'll look up and realize
 Then look down and wipe your eyes
 Then go back to your stupid lives
 Aw shit












