The Distillers

no more coquettish look on your face
not so much pretty ugly but youre in your place
hide behind your man dont dare to think for you
keep your claws off me as i walk on through, dont you glare
im not the kind of girl who will just pull on your hair
i wont be through til youre blue

damn man come on and sell your seconds
no one can make ya make ya break ya
anyway i will break ya, theyll crown me

never used to harm noone no matter what the reason
now you drug your grave and its bitch hunting season
smiling madly honey when i see you
around biding my time till i can get you on the ground
its not my plan to steal your man
its a pitiful sight thats hard to stand
i guess i dont get a clue
so just step your ass aside
and let me walk on fucking through

damn man come on and sell your second
no one can make you do anything
anyway anyway ill make you theyll crown me

red carpet and rebellion
makes ya wonder at these established ones
they aint out to get ya
cause your a mile .. away

i heard a siren, a city warning , they said a new
dawn arrives in the morning .. so i wait out tonight
for the , the new sunrise
they laid me to rest with an an aberration
i woke up the living dead colossally mistaken
i ran through the streets and i broke down

there aint no money there aint no time
yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away
i feel ashamed when i am and shamed when im not
the configuration of the american dream

the palace dialed in the streets were burning
the red horizon came crashing through the morning
there was no contentment only blood shed
red blood and social discontent bruised by puritan
oh puritan exempt its like a peasant uprising
st petersburg, 1905
father garpan led the protest .. up inside .. up inside
we are gone we are gone we are gone

ill run a mile till i find a hung jury
where there is red carpet there is rebellion
red carpet and rebellion
makes ya wonder why they smell so bad
they aint out to get ya cause your a mile away