Little Fist

                                  I've got lipstick on my front teeth

I'm full of pills but I don't feel good yet

Tied up running out of good luck

Eyeliner tears are running down my neck



Make up, chewing gum and hair spray

I know tomorrow's gonna taste like this

Wrap the world up in a suitcase

And there's a million want to shake my fist



There's a world in front of me

I know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

There's easy money for the freaks

A million friends that don't know what my name is



I could be flavor of the weekend

I smell like roses and I taste like cake

Wake up sleeping on the pavement

Everybody needs a friend down there



I don't really want to leave

I know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

There's easy money for the freaks

There's television on but who cares anyway?



There's a world in front of me

I know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

There's easy money for the freaks

A million friends that don't know what my name is



I don't really want to leave

I know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

There's easy money for the freaks

There's television on but who cares anyway?