J-j-joe
Gave
Me
A
Tour
Of his house
Joe
Gave
Me
A
Tour
Of his house
Joe
Gave
Me
A
Tour
Of his house
Joe
Gave
Me
A
Tour
Of his house
Do the knife fight
Stick it in and twist
Into the ribs, between the bones
I don't care where it goes
Oh, just don't ask me to choose
Go
I think the time is right
Between the alley of the school
Behind the church
On the roof
Grab the sheets
Grab the stuff
We can oooooooooow...
I wanna rupture
I wanna rupture
I wanna rupture your jugular
I wanna rupture
I wanna rupture
I wanna rupture your jugular
I wanna splay your varicose veins
I wanna splay your varicose veins
Just don't ask me to choose
Blood type a, blood type b
Doesn't matter cause his bloods on me
Blood type a, blood type b,
Doesn't really matter cause his bloods on me
Do the knife fight
Do the knife fight
Do the knife fight
Do the knife fight
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