Bed-wetting punk rock trio from Seattle.
We're a trio from Seattle. We play punk rock: loud, hard, and fast. If you've heard The Clash, Screeching Weasel, or Social D, you know what we sound like.
Lyrics
Pigtails, miniskirt,
French class; such a flirt.
Bookbag, baseball cap,
Friday night, the dance.
Left early, drove out,
Wet lips, lights down --
My hands, her hair,
She's so cute; I didn't care.
I started feeling her body up;
She said, "No!" -- but I didn't stop.
I held her down and I had her my way --
She tried to scream, but the words they couldn't say.
And with time even mountains fade away --
Always the tears streaked on her face.
Blonde hair, blue eyes,
Pink lips, a gorgeous smile.
Plays soccer, and volleyball,
And Friday nights: alcohol.
She goes to church -- yeah, dear God, she goes and prays,
She wonders will it ever go away.
And someday maybe she won't be afraid --
Always the tears streaked on her face.
Lipstick, highlighter,
Earrings, eyeliner,
Mascara, a little blush --
Some things can't cover up.
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