Tales From The Burg

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore

My palms full of sweat

Clearly you've had your revenge

For the night I spit right in your face

You will never forget and I will never forget

Ever waking moment I spend wishing you were dead

Just fucking die!

It must of been his brand new hand pentagram

Or the fact that he fucks

Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag

Just so you know

The next time your sucking dick

Your tasting the blood of a Pirates fan

Tell me how much lower can you go in life?

You fucking bitch!

I'm so over it

I'm fucking over it

I'm so over it

I'm fucking over it

I'm so over it

I'm fucking over it

I'm so over it

I'm fucking over it

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore

My palms full of sweat

Clearly you've had your revenge

For the night I spit right in your face

You will never forget and I will never forget

Ever waking moment I spend wishing you were dead

Just fucking die!

Just so you know

The next time your sucking dick

Your tasting the blood of a Pirates fan

Tell me how much lower can you go in life?

You fucking bitch!

I'm so over it

I'm fucking over it

What a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses