Excuse me, can you tell me what you've heard about my life?
Maybe a dirty little fairytale? A girl of the night?
I heard that, I grew up filthy a Trailor Park queen..., drop out, pregnant, statistical teen.
I know you've heard about the bloody knife, about my daddy's perfect virgin and my mother's wife.
You know I heard, that I don't belong in this game, and still you hold your hands in the air SCREAMING MY NAME
LET'S GO!
So baby go ahead...
I'll be your hatred and your pain...
This is killing us all, I don't care if I fall we're the dying, we are the damned.
So go ahead, I'll be the villain you can blame.
I'll be the bell of the brawl, be the lust in us all, I'm the Diva of the Damned.
I heard I don't belong in this scene.
Sex Metal Barbie Homicidal Queen
Excuse me, can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me?
Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen?
You know I heard, that I don't belong in this scene..., Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, Attention Fiend.
You know I heard that I'm a Hater's Dream; No class, White Trash, and I'm so obscene.
You know I heard, that I should be ashamed. Yet still you hold your fists in the air SCREAMING MY NAME
COME ON!
