accustomed to hearing that she could never run far... Lyrics: The half back-flip conception, a state hospital birth The most threadbare tall story the country's ever heard Brought home to breathe smoke in arms of her mother with a blunt kitchen knife Who just lays in a submissive position beneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fist Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, born into a grave And in (guitartabs.cc)
