she wasn't born in that brothel I'm told
well aware of where she was
well aware of where she'd end up
in what position
dressed in red down on her knees,
she'd done this sort of thing before
choking back on this disease
dressed to kill
to die for
to die for
to die for
to die for
her pretty face hides the demons inside
the kind that haunt her in her sleep
she was found face down in that ditch
her skirt hiked up
dressed in red down on her knees
she'd done this sort of thing before
make up
chases the tears down her face
the handprints left on her throat
he hits her she'd ask for more
he hits her she'd ask for
just, a little slut
she lost, a little slut
she lost, a little slut
she lost...
her pretty face hides the demons inside
the kind that haunt her in her sleep
she was found face down in that ditch
her skirt hiked up
The Agony Scene - Shotgun Wedding Lyrics
The Agony Scene - Shotgun Wedding Lyrics
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she wasn't born in that brothel I'm told
well aware of where she was
well aware of where she'd end up
in what position
dressed in red down on her knees,
she'd done this sort of thing before
choking back on this disease
dressed to kill
to die for
to die for
to die for
to die for
her pretty face hides the demons inside
the kind that haunt her in her sleep
she was found face down in that ditch
her skirt hiked up
dressed in red down on her knees
she'd done this sort of thing before
make up
chases the tears down her face
the handprints left on her throat
he hits her she'd ask for more
he hits her she'd ask for
just, a little slut
she lost, a little slut
she lost, a little slut
she lost...
her pretty face hides the demons inside
the kind that haunt her in her sleep
she was found face down in that ditch
her skirt hiked up
well aware of where she was
well aware of where she'd end up
in what position
dressed in red down on her knees,
she'd done this sort of thing before
choking back on this disease
dressed to kill
to die for
to die for
to die for
to die for
her pretty face hides the demons inside
the kind that haunt her in her sleep
she was found face down in that ditch
her skirt hiked up
dressed in red down on her knees
she'd done this sort of thing before
make up
chases the tears down her face
the handprints left on her throat
he hits her she'd ask for more
he hits her she'd ask for
just, a little slut
she lost, a little slut
she lost, a little slut
she lost...
her pretty face hides the demons inside
the kind that haunt her in her sleep
she was found face down in that ditch
her skirt hiked up