Lyrics Trophy Scars

Trophy Scars

Assassin. Assassins.

Limb separation bone isolation.

Nothing to do but to decapitate these words

Oh yeah

Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent

Eating the last of the words that were urgent oh yeah

This little girly wants to get to the action

Rob another bank and win a reaction

Didn't know she owned a gun

Didn't know she'd shoot that gun

Com on baby grab that cash and get in the car

hit the gas

the cops will catch up crazy fast

Come on baby drive

I cant believe you shot that guy

You better hope he doesn't die

This time there ain't no alibi faster baby drive

God! NO! what have we done?

Bonnie and Clyde on the run, on the run

This time your

Tricky-tricky-tricky tricks

Are more than just scaring me

They're making me sick

Babies in blenders and insect intestines

Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven, man

Oh yeah

Nodding my head to the dancing dead

You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said, man

He said