Now here's a medal for being so fucking perfect,
perfect at making me miserable.
How do you do it?
So let me get some paper to take down these notes,
so that I can take the papers dull edge
and saw away at my tired wrists.
There is something about you.
I can't quite put my finger on it,
I can't quite put my fingers around your neck.
You die.
Dragged Out And Shot Lyrics performed by Bury Your Dead are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Dragged Out And Shot Lyrics performed by Bury Your Dead is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD