Pop Song - STRFKR

You’ve got the money and the heartache

And the rest just turns to dust, before I get to you

And I always do

I never forget you

Little Wondergirl

You’ve got a hand up in the window

Like the baseball bat, lying next to your bed

To protect yourself

Oh, but its such a joke

A silly dream

My, my, my, my, my, my

Your body is a corpse

A rusty bag of nails

Lying by the sea

Your skin is slipping off

The seaweed and urchins

Feed on your bones

Your body is a corpse

Lying by the sea

Your skin is slipping off

The seaweed and urchins

Feed on your bones

You’ve got some big plans for your nice house

And some good friends you’ve got

A lot to live for

You even have health insurance

Oh what a bore

You could have so much more

You’ve got your head looked out the window

Through the curtains like I couldn’t see you

But of course I do

I never forget you

I’m your only friend

My, my, my, my, my, my

Your body is a corpse

A rusty bag of nails

Lying by the sea

Your skin is slipping on

The seaweed and urchins

Bleeding on your clothes