Muziek

My name is Joycelyn,
or Kitti Jones, pick your choice
It’s not the point
Could be every girl you laid your hands on
you’re not picky, as long as I’m young

My body’s aching and my mind is itching
Your hands on my mouth
To keep me from snitching
But I’ll bite the hand that feeds me
Rip you apart like you did to me

Savages
All we are is savages
Too dumb to be bad
Too smart to be kind
Wicked and wasted
Out of our minds

I’m not Lucifer, I’m a man
I make mistakes, because I can
Hold you tightly ’til your heart stops beating
Why are you crying you know who I am

My hunger’s aching and my hands are itching
Why open your mouth
When words are for twisting
You’ll be a star if you keep quiet
See there’s no need to start a riot

Savages
All we are is savages
Too dumb to be bad
Too smart to be kind
Wicked and wasted
Out of our minds


When you fear the darkest hour
When a walk outside can make you feel so small
But the voices become louder
And you won’t get to silence them at all, them at all

Savages
All we are is savages
Too dumb to be bad
Too smart to be kind
Wicked and wasted
Out of our minds

"Savages"

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