Tales From The Burg

Tales From The Burg Lyrics

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore
My palms full of sweat
Clearly you've had your revenge
For the night I spit right in your face
You will never forget and I will never forget
Ever waking moment I spend wishing you were dead
Just f**king die
It must of been his brand new hand pentagram
Or the fact that he f**ks
Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag
Just so you know
The next time your sucking dick
Your tasting the blood of a Pirates fan
Tell me how much lower can you go in life?
You f**king b**ch
I'm so over it
I'm f**king over it
I'm not over it
I'm never over it
What a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses