Birdeatsbaby - Rosary Lyrics
Pages and pages and pages of poetryI am not doing so wellTeach me the Bible, the scriptures, disciplesAnd baby teach me how to spellMy mother and father they got for a daughterI wish that I could have been moreThey were so proud when I learned how to walkBut since then I just lay on the floorThen I layRosary's safe and my pillow is hairI'm coming to town, I'll call you when I get thereNightmare explosions, and gentle corrosionsI never back down from a dareBut you wasted the gift that I tried hard to giveAnd you think that it's all so unfairBut after you spit and you stab and you seetheDo you really expect me to care?That you layOver and under, backwards and blunderingLet me get out of your hairMaking me hate, I hope that you're wonderingHow will I ever repair?But you'll be so sorry when you find my bodyRiddled with all your complaintAnd all of your smoke and your mind is a jokeDid it hurt you so much that you lay?That you layI lie down hereI lay down with the fliesAnd the lilies you despise
