Pretty Girls Make Graves - All Medicated Geniuses 歌词

There's a kid with a golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of something better going on

This kid with the golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of something better going on
Tell your friends it's a four alarm
Just a smoke screen we're all liars
Better to stew in discontent than to admit we