I'm All F****d Up

you little sick thing you had your fun

you hide the dead like you always said you would

baby, you can hear the bass and the pounding of the drum

yeah, you're gonna bang it out 'cause the sick's so good like

you hit the gas, yeah, your heart's all play

you cut the line, baby, there's no more tears

you know some people'd wanna go, yeah, they'd wanna run away

but you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me

you little sick thing, you had your fun

you cut the line, baby, there's no more tears

you know some people'd wanna go, yeah, they'd wanna run away

but you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me

you started fire and i smashed all that air

dog ate our lunch and you cut off all your hair

never caught the little shit, yeah, we're never sitting right

still we're hungry, sitting tired in the spanish light

you touch your head, now the curl's all gone

you kiss the breeze, yeah, you never wanna wait

and baby you can hear the call like a whisper in the wind

and you're gonna see the stars by the time it's too late

you little sick thing, you had your fun

you cut the line, baby, there's no more tears

you know some people'd wanna go, yeah, they'd wanna run away

but you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me

i broke the tank and you sucked me right out of it

took a deep breath of that hot spanish fuel

and all the music in this city only made us wanna fight

so we lit up every night and spit the gas back into it

we spit on every stone madrid would let us find

sometimes i trace the stains that you left in my car

and it makes me wanna cry, so i write another song

and i knew it all along that you might wind up next to me

and i knew it all along that you might not be no friend to me

i wanna steal every happy thought you have

fucking nickel, fucking dime, trade them back to you for mine

put my own inside my bag and fly back to new york city again

i caught my car and you hopped right out of it

you chased my dog down some dirty old street

and then you bought yourself some ice and you never found the prick

and now you're passed out on the ground to the sound of the beat

i got a good love and i feel my love is good

i watch my good god like a movie and i scream

oh my god is in the air, i guess i always knew he would be

yeah, i cut up my god he's never gonna drip down to me now

i got a nosebleed and my blood tastes like god

i see the spanish stars and i wanna fly away

but babe my body's on the ground with the dogs outside the pound

and i think i gotta sleep but i'm definitely too fucked up to dream

you little sick thing, you had your fun

you hide the dead like you always said you would

baby, you can hear the bass and the pounding of the drum

yeah, you're gonna bang it out 'cause the sick's so good like

you hit the gas, yeah, your heart's all play

you cut the line, baby, there's no more tears

you know some people'd wanna go, yeah, they'd wanna run away

but you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me

you little sick thing, you had your fun

you cut the line, baby, there's no more tears

you know some people'd wanna go, yeah, they'd wanna run away

but you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me

you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me

you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me