Paroles:
Rotting Out La Girl

burned out your battery has died If it wasn't for O.C. your scene wouldn't be alive L.A. girl, L.A. world Don't tell us how to act L.A. girl, L.A

(Bowie) Spy, spy, pretty girl I see you see me through your window Don't turn your nose up Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last

Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground

life I could break the mold And maybe steal life From those who stole it As if they had a real life Not an old and smokin' false reality Girl gone crazy Riding the wave Rotting away out

pump right through me I can feel it in my bones Gotta get up (get up) To get it on out (get out) And let the rhythm take a hold Watch me shake it all out

the roaches, rodents, and filth And when there's nothing left, she feeds off herself Why do I think of Amy in this way? She was once a lovely girl running out

Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember my ass Twitchin

this dead body's thirst One month in the grave Twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting

it went I really don't remember the hand movements, but ah I was never one of the popular cheerleaders. I remember this girl April, was very popular, and this other girl