walking in the town, I am scrubbing naughty words from my mouth
celebrating everything that I became somehow,
it's you'se got the devil's lies deep down
we don't point out, the blame here's round, best not to SHOUT...!
I know where you're from. Blue Bell, Pennsylvania; you can't help but loathe the those among
the sites dry of paint of your bright blue BLOOD!!!
you're so softly spoke with your two split tongues to people in homes that you can't make won...