So I ran faster But it caught me here Yes my loyalties turned Like my ankle In the seventh grade Running after Billy Running after the rain
These precious things Let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things Let them break Their hold on me
He said you're really an ugly girl But I like the way you play And I died But I thanked him Can you believe That sick Holding on to his picture Dressing up every day I want to smash the faces Of those beautiful boys Those Christian boys So you can make me cum That doesn't make you Jesus
These precious things...
I remember Yes In my peach party dress No one dared No one cared To tell me Where the pretty girls are Those demigods With their nine-inch nails And a little fascist panties Tucked inside the heart Of every nice girl