Lyrics Pretty Girls Make Graves

Pretty Girls Make Graves

Pearls On A Plate

What's to tell you

when Norman comes naturally?

Fleshy webbing

Rots separate, yet so alive

They found holes inside

We've got holes inside

Sights so awful

They stole the colour from your hair

They found holes inside

Grubs in muscle

It sends a chill right up my shine

They found holes inside