Precious Things
So I ran fasterBut it caught me hereYes my loyalties turnedLike my ankleIn the seventh gradeRunning after BillyRunning after the rainThese precious thingsLet them bleedLet them wash awayThese precious things let them breakTheir hold over me
He said you're really an ugly girlBut I like the way you playAnd I diedBut I thanked himCan you believe thatSick holding on to his pictureDressing up every dayI wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boysThose christian boysSo you can made me cumThat doesn't make you JesusI rememberYes in my peach party dressNo one daredNo one caredTo tell me where the pretty girls areThose demigodsWith their nine-inch nailsAnd little fascist pantiesTucked inside the heartOf ever nice girlThese precious thingsLet them bleedLet them wash awayThese precious thingsLet them breakLet them wash away