Far From Finished

You wanna be a catastrophe
You wanna see things that nobody wants to see
Daddies little public enemy
We know the score?
You wanna scare us with the things you wear
Show everybody that you just dont care
Youre real wild with those colors in your
I bet ya?
Go in your room and turn all the lights out
Feel ashamed and cry your eyes out
Read every page of your Bukowski
Poppin pills like theyre fuckin candy
Now youre with that new guy
Expensive slacks and fancy ties
Turn the corner and dont look back
Keep pulling your bullshit life from the discount rack
Now tell us how youre all fucked up
The enemy must be down on her luck
But now who really gives a fuck
Shes gonna?
Tell everybody how shes so much better
Let us know how she pulled it all together
Never letting those hands back in her sweater again?
Again?
You wanna be a catastrophe
You wanna see things that nobody wants to see
Daddies little public enemy
You fucking CUNT
[ Wanna Be A Catastrophe Lyrics ]