Bass Milk
Oh, she was just a little girl
So doomed, daddy wasn't there
Poor little precious thing
Mommy's messing up
Violence, tragedy
You know, all that shit
Her smile is fading away
But she keeps on with her hopeful eyes
Still life doesn't make sense to her
Home alone, just eleven
"You're so mature for your age," they said
She just giggled up
Will she ever find an answer?
Years come with baggage, trauma piles up
Psychologists, insomnia
Weird looks from a sick society
The solution?
Ha, you know, the typical
One pill and I won't feel a damn thing
Sorry, um, what was her name again?
Her name is
Bad Milk
Bad Milk
Bad Milk
I mean like
Sometimes the world is dizzy, I'm like
I cannot lie, I-I would really like a trazodone right now
But, um, that will just make me feel like a piece of shit
Um, so, fuck xanies, fuck trazadone
Fuck benzos, fuck lithium
Fuck all that shit
Maybe one or two or three pills
Or four pills or five pills or
Maybe six pill
That's it, maybe six pills
Um, do not trust in that, yeah
Bad Milk
Fuck xanies
Bad-Bad-Bad-Bad Milk
