SF Clits

Lyrics

We are not the ones that are talked about We've fallen out of the family tree We're not the ones on the mantelpiece 'Cause we were burned in the fire place We are the Fuck Offs, SF Clits We are the Drop Deads, Eat My Shits We are the Go To Hells Piss right off - we're taking under We are the Strap-Ons, SF Clits We are the double-fist Piece Of Shits We are the tear-loss(?) ....(?) my fuck/blood (???) We're taking under - we're taking under We're not the ones who get sympathy We live in peripheral vision We're not the ones on the milk carton We got a resounding "good riddance"! (chorus) One, two, three, go!